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"
Yes
.
"
"
I
’
m
English
.
"
"
No
!
"
"
Yes
,
English
.
Did
you
think
I
was
Italian
?
There
were
some
Italians
with
one
of
our
units
.
"
"
It
would
be
fine
if
you
would
take
the
cars
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
’
ll
be
most
careful
of
them
,
"
he
straightened
up
.
"
This
chap
of
yours
was
very
anxious
for
me
to
see
you
.
"
He
patted
Gordini
on
the
shoulder
.
Gordini
winced
and
smiled
.
The
Englishman
broke
into
voluble
and
perfect
Italian
.
"
Now
everything
is
arranged
.
I
’
ve
seen
your
Tenente
.
We
will
take
over
the
two
cars
.
You
won
’
t
worry
now
.
"
He
broke
off
,
"
I
must
do
something
about
getting
you
out
of
here
.
I
’
ll
see
the
medical
wallahs
.
We
’
ll
take
you
back
with
us
.
"
He
walked
across
to
the
dressing
station
,
stepping
carefully
among
the
wounded
.
I
saw
the
blanket
open
,
the
light
came
out
and
he
went
in
.
"
He
will
look
after
you
,
Tenente
,
"
Gordini
said
.
"
How
are
you
,
Franco
?
"
"
I
am
all
right
.
"
He
sat
down
beside
me
.
In
a
moment
the
blanket
in
front
of
the
dressing
station
opened
and
two
stretcher
-
bearers
came
out
followed
by
the
tall
Englishman
.
He
brought
them
over
to
me
.
