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Chapter 7

           ThistookplaceatBéziers.Iwasthereandreadingofitinthepaper,wenttothejailandaskedtoseethepriest.Itwasquiteevidenthehadstolenthebonds."

           "Idon’tbelieveawordofthis,"Rinaldisaid.

           "Justasyoulike,"Roccasaid."ButIamtellingitforourpriesthere.Itisveryinformative.Heisapriest;hewillappreciateit."

           Thepriestsmiled."Goon,"hesaid."Iamlistening."

           "Ofcoursesomeofthebondswerenotaccountedforbutthepriesthadallofthethreepercentbondsandseverallocalobligations,Iforgetexactlywhattheywere.SoIwenttothejail,nowthisisthepointofthestory,andIstoodoutsidehiscellandIsaidasthoughIweregoingtoconfession,‘Blessme,father,foryouhavesinned.’"

           Therewasgreatlaughterfromeverybody.

           "Andwhatdidhesay?"askedthepriest.Roccaignoredthisandwentontoexplainthejoketome."Youseethepoint,don’tyou?"Itseemeditwasaveryfunnyjokeifyouunderstooditproperly.TheypouredmemorewineandItoldthestoryabouttheEnglishprivatesoldierwhowasplacedundertheshowerbath.ThenthemajortoldthestoryoftheelevenCzecho-slovaksandtheHungariancorporal.AftersomemorewineItoldthestoryofthejockeywhofoundthepenny.ThemajorsaidtherewasanItalianstorysomethinglikethatabouttheduchesswhocouldnotsleepatnight.AtthispointthepriestleftandItoldthestoryaboutthetravellingsalesmanwhoarrivedatfiveo’clockinthemorningatMarseilleswhenthemistralwasblowing.ThemajorsaidhehadheardareportthatIcoulddrink.Ideniedthis.

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