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           ‘AndIwanttoeatatatablewithmyownsilverandIwantcandles.AndIwantittobespringandIwanttobrushmyhairoutinfrontofamirrorandIwantakittyandIwantsomenewclothes.’

           ‘Oh,shutupandgetsomethingtoread,’Georgesaid.Hewasreadingagain.

           Hiswifewaslookingoutofthewindow.Itwasquitedarknowandstillraininginthepalmtrees.

           ‘Anyway,Iwantacat,’shesaid,‘Iwantacat.Iwantacatnow.IfIcan’thavelonghairoranyfun,Icanhaveacat.’

           Georgewasnotlistening.Hewasreadinghisbook.Hiswifelookedoutofthewindowwherethelighthadcomeoninthesquare.

           Someoneknockedatthedoor.

           ‘Avanti,’Georgesaid.Helookedupfromhisbook.

           Inthedoorwaystoodthemaid.Sheheldabigtortoiseshellcatpressedtightagainstherandswungdownagainstherbody.

           ‘Excuseme,’shesaid,‘thepadroneaskedmetobringthisfortheSignora.’