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"
You
're
undoubtedly
right
,
but
with
his
face
I
might
have
developed
a
different
personality
.
"
"
Depending
on
which
comes
first
,
eh
,
the
chicken
or
the
egg
?
Put
your
shoes
on
;
we
're
going
to
walk
.
"
It
was
warm
,
and
growing
dark
;
but
the
lights
were
brilliant
,
there
were
crowds
it
seemed
no
matter
where
they
walked
,
and
the
roads
were
jammed
with
shrieking
motor
scooters
,
tiny
aggressive
Fiats
,
Goggomobils
looking
like
hordes
of
panicked
frogs
.
Finally
he
halted
in
a
small
square
,
its
cobbles
worn
to
smoothness
by
the
feet
of
many
centuries
,
and
guided
Justine
into
a
restaurant
.
"
Unless
you
'd
prefer
al
fresco
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Provided
you
feed
me
,
I
do
n't
much
care
whether
it
's
inside
,
outside
,
or
halfway
between
.
"
"
May
I
order
for
you
?
"
The
pale
eyes
blinked
a
little
wearily
perhaps
,
but
there
was
still
fight
in
Justine
.
"
I
do
n't
know
that
I
go
for
all
that
high-handed
masterful-male
business
,
"
she
said
.
"
After
all
,
how
do
you
know
what
I
fancy
?
"
"
Sister
Anna
carries
her
banner
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
Tell
me
what
sort
of
food
you
like
,
then
,
and
I
'll
guarantee
to
please
you
.
Fish
?
Veal
?
"
"
A
compromise
?
All
right
,
I
'll
meet
you
halfway
,
why
not
?
I
'll
have
pâté
,
some
scampi
and
a
huge
plate
of
saltimbocca
,
and
after
that
I
'll
have
a
cassata
and
a
cappuccino
coffee
.
Fiddle
around
with
that
if
you
can
.
"
