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Chapter 41

           "WherecanIgetbreakfast?"Iaskedthenurse.

           "There’sacafédownthestreetatthesquare,"shesaid."Itshouldbeopennow."

           Outsideitwasgettinglight.Iwalkeddowntheemptystreettothecafé.Therewasalightinthewindow.Iwentinandstoodatthezincbarandanoldmanservedmeaglassofwhitewineandabrioche.Thebriochewasyesterday’s.Idippeditinthewineandthendrankaglassofcoffee.

           "Whatdoyoudoatthishour?"theoldmanasked.

           "Mywifeisinlaboratthehospital."

           "So.Iwishyougoodluck."

           "Givemeanotherglassofwine."

           Hepoureditfromthebottlesloppingitoveralittlesosomerandownonthezinc.Idrankthisglass,paidandwentout.Outsidealongthestreetweretherefusecansfromthehouseswaitingforthecollector.Adogwasnosingatoneofthecans.

           "Whatdoyouwant?"IaskedandlookedinthecantoseeiftherewasanythingIcouldpulloutforhim;therewasnothingontopbutcoffee-grounds,dustandsomedeadflowers.

           "Thereisn’tanything,dog,"Isaid.Thedogcrossedthestreet.IwentupthestairsinthehospitaltothefloorCatherinewasonanddownthehalltoherroom.Iknockedonthedoor.Therewasnoanswer.Iopenedthedoor;theroomwasempty,exceptforCatherine’sbagonachairandherdressing-gownhangingonahookonthewall.Iwentoutanddownthehall,lookingforsomebody.Ifoundanurse.

           "WhereisMadameHenry?"

           "Aladyhasjustgonetothedeliveryroom."

           "Whereisit?"

           "Iwillshowyou."

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