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"
Are
there
any
Americans
?
Are
there
any
English
?
"
Following
the
voice
she
ran
through
the
arch
into
a
court
,
whirled
about
in
momentary
confusion
and
located
the
small
guard
-
room
whence
the
cries
came
.
Two
carabinieri
started
to
their
feet
,
but
Baby
brushed
past
them
to
the
door
of
the
cell
.
"
Dick
!
"
she
called
.
"
What
’
s
the
trouble
?
"
"
They
’
ve
put
out
my
eye
,
"
he
cried
.
"
They
handcuffed
me
and
then
they
beat
me
,
the
goddamn
—
the
—
"
Flashing
around
Baby
took
a
step
toward
the
two
carabinieri
.
"
What
have
you
done
to
him
?
"
she
whispered
so
fiercely
that
they
flinched
before
her
gathering
fury
.
"
Non
capisco
inglese
.
"
In
French
she
execrated
them
;
her
wild
,
confident
rage
filled
the
room
,
enveloped
them
until
they
shrank
and
wriggled
from
the
garments
of
blame
with
which
she
invested
them
.
"
Do
something
!
Do
something
!
"
"
We
can
do
nothing
until
we
are
ordered
.
"
