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Chapter 9

           "Yes."

           "It’sacharmingplace.I’veseenyouabout.Theytellmeyou’reanAmerican."

           "Yes."

           "I’mEnglish."

           "No!"

           "Yes,English.DidyouthinkIwasItalian?ThereweresomeItalianswithoneofourunits."

           "Itwouldbefineifyouwouldtakethecars,"Isaid.

           "We’llbemostcarefulofthem,"hestraightenedup."Thischapofyourswasveryanxiousformetoseeyou."HepattedGordiniontheshoulder.Gordiniwincedandsmiled.TheEnglishmanbrokeintovolubleandperfectItalian."Noweverythingisarranged.I’veseenyourTenente.Wewilltakeoverthetwocars.Youwon’tworrynow."Hebrokeoff,"Imustdosomethingaboutgettingyououtofhere.I’llseethemedicalwallahs.We’lltakeyoubackwithus."

           Hewalkedacrosstothedressingstation,steppingcarefullyamongthewounded.Isawtheblanketopen,thelightcameoutandhewentin.

           "Hewilllookafteryou,Tenente,"Gordinisaid.

           "Howareyou,Franco?"

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