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"
Loan
me
fifty
lire
.
"
I
dried
my
hands
and
took
out
my
pocket
-
book
from
the
inside
of
my
tunic
hanging
on
the
wall
.
Rinaldi
took
the
note
,
folded
it
without
rising
from
the
bed
and
slid
it
in
his
breeches
pocket
.
He
smiled
,
"
I
must
make
on
Miss
Barkley
the
impression
of
a
man
of
sufficient
wealth
.
You
are
my
great
and
good
friend
and
financial
protector
.
"
"
Go
to
hell
,
"
I
said
.
That
night
at
the
mess
I
sat
next
to
the
priest
and
he
was
disappointed
and
suddenly
hurt
that
I
had
not
gone
to
the
Abruzzi
.
He
had
written
to
his
father
that
I
was
coming
and
they
had
made
preparations
.
I
myself
felt
as
badly
as
he
did
and
could
not
understand
why
I
had
not
gone
.
It
was
what
I
had
wanted
to
do
and
I
tried
to
explain
how
one
thing
had
led
to
another
and
finally
he
saw
it
and
understood
that
I
had
really
wanted
to
go
and
it
was
almost
all
right
.
I
had
drunk
much
wine
and
afterward
coffee
and
Strega
and
I
explained
,
winefully
,
how
we
did
not
do
the
things
we
wanted
to
do
;
we
never
did
such
things
.
We
two
were
talking
while
the
others
argued
.
I
had
wanted
to
go
to
Abruzzi
.
I
had
gone
to
no
place
where
the
roads
were
frozen
and
hard
as
iron
,
where
it
was
clear
cold
and
dry
and
the
snow
was
dry
and
powdery
and
hare
-
tracks
in
the
snow
and
the
peasants
took
off
their
hats
and
called
you
Lord
and
there
was
good
hunting
.
I
had
gone
to
no
such
place
but
to
the
smoke
of
cafés
and
nights
when
the
room
whirled
and
you
needed
to
look
at
the
wall
to
make
it
stop
,
nights
in
bed
,
drunk
,
when
you
knew
that
that
was
all
there
was
,
and
the
strange
excitement
of
waking
and
not
knowing
who
it
was
with
you
,
and
the
world
all
unreal
in
the
dark
and
so
exciting
that
you
must
resume
again
unknowing
and
not
caring
in
the
night
,
sure
that
this
was
all
and
all
and
all
and
not
caring
.
Suddenly
to
care
very
much
and
to
sleep
to
wake
with
it
sometimes
morning
and
all
that
had
been
there
gone
and
everything
sharp
and
hard
and
clear
and
sometimes
a
dispute
about
the
cost
.
Sometimes
still
pleasant
and
fond
and
warm
and
breakfast
and
lunch
.
Sometimes
all
niceness
gone
and
glad
to
get
out
on
the
street
but
always
another
day
starting
and
then
another
night
.
I
tried
to
tell
about
the
night
and
the
difference
between
the
night
and
the
day
and
how
the
night
was
better
unless
the
day
was
very
clean
and
cold
and
I
could
not
tell
it
;
as
I
cannot
tell
it
now
.
But
if
you
have
had
it
you
know
.
He
had
not
had
it
but
he
understood
that
I
had
really
wanted
to
go
to
the
Abruzzi
but
had
not
gone
and
we
were
still
friends
,
with
many
tastes
alike
,
but
with
the
difference
between
us
.
He
had
always
known
what
I
did
not
know
and
what
,
when
I
learned
it
,
I
was
always
able
to
forget
.
But
I
did
not
know
that
then
,
although
I
learned
it
later
.
In
the
meantime
we
were
all
at
the
mess
,
the
meal
was
finished
,
and
the
argument
went
on
.
We
two
stopped
talking
and
the
captain
shouted
,
"
Priest
not
happy
.
Priest
not
happy
without
girls
.
"
"
I
am
happy
,
"
said
the
priest
.
"
Priest
not
happy
.
Priest
wants
Austrians
to
win
the
war
,
"
the
captain
said
.
The
others
listened
.
The
priest
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
Priest
wants
us
never
to
attack
.
Don
’
t
you
want
us
never
to
attack
?
"
