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"
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
be
.
But
she
was
snooty
.
"
"
She
said
you
were
domineering
and
rude
.
"
"
I
wasn
’
t
.
But
what
’
s
the
idea
of
a
hospital
without
a
doctor
?
"
"
He
’
s
coming
.
They
’
ve
telephoned
for
him
to
Lake
Como
.
"
"
What
does
he
do
there
?
Swim
?
"
"
No
.
He
has
a
clinic
there
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
they
get
another
doctor
?
"
"
Hush
.
Hush
.
Be
a
good
boy
and
he
’
ll
come
.
"
I
sent
for
the
porter
and
when
he
came
I
told
him
in
Italian
to
get
me
a
bottle
of
Cinzano
at
the
wine
shop
,
a
fiasco
of
chianti
and
the
evening
papers
.
He
went
away
and
brought
them
wrapped
in
newspaper
,
unwrapped
them
and
,
when
I
asked
him
to
,
drew
the
corks
and
put
the
wine
and
vermouth
under
the
bed
.
They
left
me
alone
and
I
lay
in
bed
and
read
the
papers
awhile
,
the
news
from
the
front
,
and
the
list
of
dead
officers
with
their
decorations
and
then
reached
down
and
brought
up
the
bottle
of
Cinzano
and
held
it
straight
up
on
my
stomach
,
the
cool
glass
against
my
stomach
,
and
took
little
drinks
making
rings
on
my
stomach
from
holding
the
bottle
there
between
drinks
,
and
watched
it
get
dark
outside
over
the
roofs
of
the
town
.
The
swallows
circled
around
and
I
watched
them
and
the
night
-
hawks
flying
above
the
roofs
and
drank
the
Cinzano
.
Miss
Gage
brought
up
a
glass
with
some
eggnog
in
it
.
I
lowered
the
vermouth
bottle
to
the
other
side
of
the
bed
when
she
came
in
.
