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"
I
do
.
I
really
do
.
I
’
ve
never
realized
anything
before
.
"
"
Look
at
the
houses
.
Isn
’
t
this
a
fine
square
?
There
’
s
a
place
we
can
get
breakfast
.
"
"
Isn
’
t
the
rain
fine
?
They
never
had
rain
like
this
in
Italy
.
It
’
s
cheerful
rain
.
"
"
And
we
’
re
here
,
darling
!
Do
you
realize
we
’
re
here
?
"
We
went
inside
the
café
and
sat
down
at
a
clean
wooden
table
.
We
were
cockeyed
excited
.
A
splendid
clean
-
looking
woman
with
an
apron
came
and
asked
us
what
we
wanted
.
"
Rolls
and
jam
and
coffee
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
we
haven
’
t
any
rolls
in
war
-
time
.
"
"
Bread
then
.
"
"
I
can
make
you
some
toast
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
