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"
Now
you
see
.
Underneath
we
are
the
same
.
We
are
war
brothers
.
Kiss
me
good
-
by
.
"
"
You
’
re
sloppy
.
"
"
No
.
I
am
just
more
affectionate
.
"
I
felt
his
breath
come
toward
me
.
"
Good
-
by
.
I
come
to
see
you
again
soon
.
"
His
breath
went
away
.
"
I
won
’
t
kiss
you
if
you
don
’
t
want
.
I
’
ll
send
your
English
girl
.
Good
-
by
,
baby
.
The
cognac
is
under
the
bed
.
Get
well
soon
.
"
He
was
gone
.
It
was
dusk
when
the
priest
came
.
They
had
brought
the
soup
and
afterward
taken
away
the
bowls
and
I
was
lying
looking
at
the
rows
of
beds
and
out
the
window
at
the
tree
-
top
that
moved
a
little
in
the
evening
breeze
.
The
breeze
came
in
through
the
window
and
it
was
cooler
with
the
evening
.
The
flies
were
on
the
ceiling
now
and
on
the
electric
light
bulbs
that
hung
on
wires
.
The
lights
were
only
turned
on
when
some
one
was
brought
in
at
night
or
when
something
was
being
done
.
It
made
me
feel
very
young
to
have
the
dark
come
after
the
dusk
and
then
remain
.
It
was
like
being
put
to
bed
after
early
supper
.
The
orderly
came
down
between
the
beds
and
stopped
.
Some
one
was
with
him
.
It
was
the
priest
.
He
stood
there
small
,
brown
-
faced
,
and
embarrassed
.
"
How
do
you
do
?
"
he
asked
.
He
put
some
packages
down
by
the
bed
,
on
the
floor
.
"
All
right
,
father
.
"
He
sat
down
in
the
chair
that
had
been
brought
for
Rinaldi
and
looked
out
of
the
window
embarrassedly
.
I
noticed
his
face
looked
very
tired
.
"
I
can
only
stay
a
minute
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
late
.
"
