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When
the
summer
came
she
caught
a
train
to
Rome
.
In
afteryears
she
would
smile
,
remembering
how
little
she
saw
of
that
long
journey
across
France
,
down
Italy
;
her
whole
mind
was
occupied
with
the
things
she
had
to
tell
Dane
,
memorizing
those
she
simply
must
n't
forget
.
There
were
so
many
she
was
bound
to
leave
some
out
.
Was
that
Dane
?
The
tall
,
fair
man
on
the
platform
,
was
that
Dane
?
He
did
n't
look
any
different
,
and
yet
he
was
a
stranger
.
Not
of
her
world
anymore
.
The
cry
she
was
going
to
give
to
attract
his
attention
died
unuttered
;
she
drew
back
a
little
in
her
seat
to
watch
him
,
for
the
train
had
halted
only
a
few
feet
beyond
where
he
stood
,
blue
eyes
scanning
the
windows
without
anxiety
.
It
was
going
to
be
a
pretty
one-sided
conversation
when
she
told
him
about
life
since
he
had
gone
away
,
for
she
knew
now
there
was
no
thirst
in
him
to
share
what
he
experienced
with
her
.
Damn
him
!
He
was
n't
her
baby
brother
anymore
;
the
life
he
was
living
had
as
little
to
do
with
her
as
it
did
with
Drogheda
.
Oh
,
Dane
!
What
's
it
like
to
live
something
twenty-four
hours
of
every
day
?
"
Hah
!
Thought
I
'd
dragged
you
down
here
on
a
wild-goose
chase
,
did
n't
you
?
"
she
said
,
creeping
up
behind
him
unseen
.
He
turned
,
squeezed
her
hands
and
stared
down
at
her
,
smiling
.
"
Prawn
,
"
he
said
lovingly
,
taking
her
bigger
suitcase
and
tucking
her
free
arm
in
his
.
"
It
's
good
to
see
you
,
"
he
added
as
he
handed
her
into
the
red
Lagonda
he
drove
everywhere
;
Dane
had
always
been
a
sports
car
fanatic
,
and
had
owned
one
since
he
was
old
enough
to
hold
a
license
.
"
Good
to
see
you
,
too
.
I
hope
you
found
me
a
nice
pub
,
because
I
meant
what
I
wrote
.
I
refuse
to
be
stuck
in
a
Vatican
cell
among
a
heap
of
celibates
.
"
She
laughed
.
"
They
would
n't
have
you
,
not
with
the
Devil
's
hair
.
I
've
booked
you
into
a
little
pension
not
far
from
me
,
but
they
speak
English
so
you
need
n't
worry
if
I
'm
not
with
you
.
And
in
Rome
it
's
no
problem
getting
around
on
English
;
there
's
usually
someone
who
can
speak
it
.
"
"
Times
like
this
I
wish
I
had
your
gift
for
foreign
languages
.
But
I
'll
manage
;
I
'm
very
good
at
mimes
and
charades
.
"
"
I
have
two
months
,
Jussy
,
is
n't
it
super
?
So
we
can
take
a
look
at
France
and
Spain
and
still
have
a
month
on
Drogheda
.
I
miss
the
old
place
.
"
"
Do
you
?
"
She
turned
to
look
at
him
,
at
the
beautiful
hands
guiding
the
car
expertly
through
the
crazy
Roman
traffic
.
"
I
do
n't
miss
it
at
all
;
London
's
too
interesting
.
"
