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"
Wave
to
him
,
"
I
said
to
Catherine
.
She
waved
and
the
soldier
smiled
embarrassedly
and
gave
a
wave
of
his
hand
.
I
eased
up
rowing
.
We
were
passing
the
waterfront
of
the
village
.
"
We
must
be
well
inside
the
border
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
want
to
be
sure
,
darling
.
We
don
’
t
want
them
to
turn
us
back
at
the
frontier
.
"
"
The
frontier
is
a
long
way
back
.
I
think
this
is
the
customs
town
.
I
’
m
pretty
sure
it
’
s
Brissago
.
"
"
Won
’
t
there
be
Italians
there
?
There
are
always
both
sides
at
a
customs
town
.
"
"
Not
in
war
-
time
.
I
don
’
t
think
they
let
the
Italians
cross
the
frontier
.
"
It
was
a
nice
-
looking
little
town
.
There
were
many
fishing
boats
along
the
quay
and
nets
were
spread
on
racks
.
There
was
a
fine
November
rain
falling
but
it
looked
cheerful
and
clean
even
with
the
rain
.
"
Should
we
land
then
and
have
breakfast
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
