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Chapter 9

           AssoonasIgottothedressingstationManerabroughtamedicalsergeantoutandheputbandagesonbothmylegs.Hesaidtherewassomuchdirtblownintothewoundthattherehadnotbeenmuchhemorrhage.Theywouldtakemeassoonaspossible.Hewentbackinside.Gordinicouldnotdrive,Manerasaid.Hisshoulderwassmashedandhisheadwashurt.Hehadnotfeltbadbutnowtheshoulderhadstiffened.Hewassittingupbesideoneofthebrickwalls.ManeraandGavuzzieachwentoffwithaloadofwounded.Theycoulddriveallright.TheBritishhadcomewiththreeambulancesandtheyhadtwomenoneachambulance.Oneoftheirdriverscameovertome,broughtbyGordiniwholookedverywhiteandsick.TheBritisherleanedover.

           "Areyouhitbadly?"heasked.Hewasatallmanandworesteel-rimmedspectacles.

           "Inthelegs."

           "It’snotseriousIhope.Willyouhaveacigarette?"

           "Thanks."

           "Theytellmeyou’velosttwodrivers."

           "Yes.Onekilledandthefellowthatbroughtyou."

           "Whatrottenluck.Wouldyoulikeustotakethecars?"

           "That’swhatIwantedtoaskyou."

           "We’dtakequitegoodcareofthemandreturnthemtothevilla.206aren’tyou?"

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