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"
Bene
.
BAY
-
NAY
!
BENE
!
"
Once
more
Baby
let
her
passion
scorch
around
them
until
they
sweated
out
apologies
for
their
impotence
,
looking
at
each
other
with
the
sense
that
something
had
after
all
gone
terribly
wrong
.
Baby
went
to
the
cell
door
,
leaned
against
it
,
almost
caressing
it
,
as
if
that
could
make
Dick
feel
her
presence
and
power
,
and
cried
:
"
I
’
m
going
to
the
Embassy
,
I
’
ll
be
back
.
"
Throwing
a
last
glance
of
infinite
menace
at
the
carabinieri
she
ran
out
.
She
drove
to
the
American
Embassy
where
she
paid
off
the
taxi
-
driver
upon
his
insistence
.
It
was
still
dark
when
she
ran
up
the
steps
and
pressed
the
bell
.
She
had
pressed
it
three
times
before
a
sleepy
English
porter
opened
the
door
to
her
.
"
I
want
to
see
some
one
,
"
she
said
.
"
Any
one
—
but
right
away
.
"
"
No
one
’
s
awake
,
Madame
.
We
don
’
t
open
until
nine
o
’
clock
.
"
Impatiently
she
waved
the
hour
away
.
"
This
is
important
.
A
man
—
an
American
has
been
terribly
beaten
.
He
’
s
in
an
Italian
jail
.
"
"
No
one
’
s
awake
now
.
At
nine
o
’
clock
—
"
"
I
can
’
t
wait
.
They
’
ve
put
out
a
man
’
s
eye
—
my
brother
-
in
-
law
,
and
they
won
’
t
let
him
out
of
jail
.
I
must
talk
to
some
one
—
can
’
t
you
see
?
Are
you
crazy
?
Are
you
an
idiot
,
you
stand
there
with
that
look
in
your
face
?
"
