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Chapter 7

           "Bacchus,"Isaid.

           "I’llwalkdownwithyou."

           "I’mperfectlyallright."

           WewalkedalongtogetherthroughthetownandIchewedthecoffee.AtthegateofthedrivewaythatleduptotheBritishvilla,Rinaldisaidgood-night.

           "Good-night,"Isaid."Whydon’tyoucomein?"

           Heshookhishead."No,"hesaid."Ilikethesimplerpleasures."

           "Thankyouforthecoffeebeans."

           "Nothing,baby.Nothing."

           Istarteddownthedriveway.Theoutlinesofthecypressesthatlineditweresharpandclear.IlookedbackandsawRinaldistandingwatchingmeandwavedtohim.

           Isatinthereceptionhallofthevilla,waitingforCatherineBarkleytocomedown.Someonewascomingdownthehallway.Istoodup,butitwasnotCatherine.ItwasMissFerguson.

           "Hello,"shesaid."Catherineaskedmetotellyoushewassorryshecouldn’tseeyouthisevening."

           "I’msosorry.Ihopeshe’snotill."

           "She’snotawfullywell."

           "WillyoutellherhowsorryIam?"

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