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"
Good
-
night
,
"
I
said
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
come
in
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
like
the
simpler
pleasures
.
"
"
Thank
you
for
the
coffee
beans
.
"
"
Nothing
,
baby
.
Nothing
.
"
I
started
down
the
driveway
.
The
outlines
of
the
cypresses
that
lined
it
were
sharp
and
clear
.
I
looked
back
and
saw
Rinaldi
standing
watching
me
and
waved
to
him
.
I
sat
in
the
reception
hall
of
the
villa
,
waiting
for
Catherine
Barkley
to
come
down
.
Some
one
was
coming
down
the
hallway
.
I
stood
up
,
but
it
was
not
Catherine
.
It
was
Miss
Ferguson
.
"
Hello
,
"
she
said
.
"
Catherine
asked
me
to
tell
you
she
was
sorry
she
couldn
’
t
see
you
this
evening
.
"
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
.
I
hope
she
’
s
not
ill
.
"
"
She
’
s
not
awfully
well
.
"
"
Will
you
tell
her
how
sorry
I
am
?
"
