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Chapter 24

           Igavetheporterandthemachine-gunnertenlireapiece.Theywentdownthecorridorandoutsideontheplatformlookinginthewindowsbuttherewerenoplaces.

           "MaybesomewillgetoffatBrescia,"theportersaid.

           "MorewillgetonatBrescia,"saidthemachine-gunner.Isaidgood-bytothemandweshookhandsandtheyleft.Theybothfeltbadly.Insidethetrainwewereallstandinginthecorridorwhenthetrainstarted.Iwatchedthelightsofthestationandtheyardsaswewentout.Itwasstillrainingandsoonthewindowswerewetandyoucouldnotseeout.LaterIsleptonthefloorofthecorridor;firstputtingmypocket-bookwithmymoneyandpapersinitinsidemyshirtandtrouserssothatitwasinsidethelegofmybreeches.Isleptallnight,wakingatBresciaandVeronawhenmoremengotonthetrain,butgoingbacktosleepatonce.IhadmyheadononeofthemusettesandmyarmsaroundtheotherandIcouldfeelthepackandtheycouldallwalkovermeiftheywouldn’tsteponme.Menweresleepingontheflooralldownthecorridor.Othersstoodholdingontothewindowrodsorleaningagainstthedoors.Thattrainwasalwayscrowded.

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