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Chapter 11

           "Imissyouatthemess."

           "IwishIwerethere.Ialwaysenjoyedourtalking."

           "Ibroughtyouafewlittlethings,"hesaid.Hepickedupthepackages."Thisismosquitonetting.Thisisabottleofvermouth.Youlikevermouth?TheseareEnglishpapers."

           "Pleaseopenthem."

           Hewaspleasedandundidthem.Iheldthemosquitonettinginmyhands.Thevermouthheheldupformetoseeandthenputitonthefloorbesidethebed.IhelduponeofthesheafofEnglishpapers.Icouldreadtheheadlinesbyturningitsothehalf-lightfromthewindowwasonit.ItwasTheNewsoftheWorld.

           "Theothersareillustrated,"hesaid.

           "Itwillbeagreathappinesstoreadthem.Wheredidyougetthem?"

           "IsentforthemtoMestre.Iwillhavemore."

           "Youwereverygoodtocome,father.Willyoudrinkaglassofvermouth?"

           "Thankyou.Youkeepit.It’sforyou."

           "No,drinkaglass."

           "Allright.Iwillbringyoumorethen."

           Theorderlybroughttheglassesandopenedthebottle.Hebrokeoffthecorkandtheendhadtobeshoveddownintothebottle.Icouldseethepriestwasdisappointedbuthesaid,"That’sallright.It’snomatter."

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