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"
Machismo
is
definitely
your
style
--
you
know
,
what
you
've
got
on
now
,
the
gold
medallion
and
chain
on
the
hairy
chest
.
A
suit
makes
you
look
as
if
your
waistline
is
bulging
,
when
it
really
is
n't
at
all
.
"
For
a
moment
he
gazed
at
her
in
surprise
,
then
the
expression
in
his
eyes
became
alert
,
in
what
she
called
his
"
concentrated
thinking
look
.
"
"
A
first
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
's
a
first
?
"
"
In
the
seven
years
I
've
known
you
,
you
've
never
before
commented
upon
my
appearance
except
perhaps
to
disparage
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
,
have
n't
I
?
"
she
asked
,
looking
a
little
ashamed
.
"
Heavens
,
I
've
thought
of
it
often
enough
,
and
never
disparagingly
.
"
For
some
reason
she
added
hastily
,
"
I
mean
,
about
things
like
the
way
you
look
in
a
suit
.
"
He
did
n't
answer
,
but
he
was
smiling
,
as
at
a
very
pleasant
thought
.
That
ride
with
Rainer
seemed
to
be
the
last
quiet
thing
to
happen
for
days
.
Shortly
after
they
returned
from
visiting
Cardinal
de
Bricassart
and
Cardinal
di
Contini-Verchese
,
the
limousine
Rainer
had
hired
deposited
the
Drogheda
contingent
at
their
hotel
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
her
eye
Justine
watched
Rain
's
reaction
to
her
family
,
entirely
uncles
.
Right
until
the
moment
her
eyes
did
n't
find
her
mother
's
face
,
Justine
had
been
convinced
she
would
change
her
mind
,
come
to
Rome
.
That
she
had
n't
was
a
cruel
blow
;
Justine
did
n't
know
whether
she
ached
more
on
Dane
's
behalf
or
on
her
own
.
But
in
the
meantime
here
were
the
Unks
,
and
she
was
undoubtedly
their
hostess
.
Oh
,
they
were
so
shy
!
Which
one
of
them
was
which
?
The
older
they
got
,
the
more
alike
they
looked
.
And
in
Rome
they
stuck
out
like
--
well
,
like
Australian
graziers
on
holiday
in
Rome
.
Each
one
was
clad
in
the
city-going
uniform
of
affluent
squatters
:
tan
elasticsided
riding
boots
,
neutral
trousers
,
tan
sports
jackets
of
very
heavy
,
fuzzy
wool
with
side
vents
and
plenty
of
leather
patches
,
white
shirts
,
knitted
wool
ties
,
flat-crowned
grey
hats
with
broad
brims
.
No
novelty
on
the
streets
of
Sydney
during
Royal
Easter
Show
time
,
but
in
a
late
Roman
summer
,
extraordinary
.
And
I
can
say
with
double
sincerity
,
thank
God
for
Rain
!
How
good
he
is
with
them
.
I
would
n't
have
believed
anyone
could
stimulate
Patsy
into
speech
,
but
he
's
doing
it
,
bless
him
.
They
're
talking
away
like
old
hens
,
and
where
did
he
get
Australian
beer
for
them
?
He
likes
them
,
and
he
's
interested
,
I
suppose
.
Everything
is
grist
to
the
mill
of
a
German
industrialist-politician
,
is
n't
it
?
How
can
he
stick
to
his
faith
,
being
what
he
is
?
An
enigma
,
that
's
what
you
are
,
Rainer
Moerling
Hartheim
.
Friend
of
popes
and
cardinals
,
friend
of
Justine
O'Neill
.
Oh
,
if
you
were
n't
so
ugly
I
'd
kiss
you
,
I
'm
so
terribly
grateful
.
Lord
,
fancy
being
stuck
in
Rome
with
the
Unks
and
no
Rain
!
You
are
well
named
.
He
was
sitting
back
in
his
chair
,
listening
while
Bob
told
him
about
shearing
,
and
having
nothing
better
to
do
because
he
had
so
completely
taken
charge
,
Justine
watched
him
curiously
.
