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"
Do
you
know
anything
about
art
?
"
"
Rubens
,
"
said
Catherine
.
"
Large
and
fat
,
"
I
said
.
"
Titian
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
Titian
-
haired
,
"
I
said
.
"
How
about
Mantegna
?
"
"
Don
’
t
ask
hard
ones
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
I
know
him
though
—
very
bitter
.
"
"
Very
bitter
,
"
I
said
.
"
Lots
of
nail
holes
.
"
"
You
see
I
’
ll
make
you
a
fine
wife
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
I
’
ll
be
able
to
talk
art
with
your
customers
.
"
"
Here
he
comes
,
"
I
said
.
The
thin
lieutenant
came
down
the
length
of
the
custom
house
,
holding
our
passports
.
"
I
will
have
to
send
you
into
Locarno
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
can
get
a
carriage
and
a
soldier
will
go
in
with
you
.
"
