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So I went out of the Galleria and walked over to in front of the Scala and bought a paper, and carne back and stood a little way away because I didn't want to butt in and my old man was sitting back in his chair looking down at his coffee and fooling with a spoon and Holbrook and the big wop were standing and the big wop was wiping his face and shaking his head. And I came up and my old man acted just as though the two of them weren't standing there and said, "Want an ice, Joe?' Holbrook looked down at my old man and said slow and careful, 'You son of a bitch,' and he and the fat wop went out through the tables.

 

Nick went inside the cottage. There was a big fire in thp fireplace. The wind made it roar. Bill shut the door.

 

'Sure. Of course they wasn't brother and sister no more than a rabbit, but there was a lot of people didn't like it either way and they commenced to have disagreements, and one day she just went off and never come back.'

 

'Sounds like an old-timer,' Robert Wilson said, looking up from his kippers and coffee. 'Listen to him cough.'

 

'II fait de la vendange. Oh, my God, il est crazy pour le vin.'

 

The chauffeur came out, folding up the papers and putting them in the inside pocket of his coat. We all got in the car and it started up the white dusty road into Spain. For a while the country was much as it had been; then, climbing all the time, we crossed the top of a Col, the road winding back and forth on itself, and then it was really Spain. There were long brown mountains and a few pines and far-off forests of beech-trees on some of the mountainsides. The road went along the summit of the Col and then dropped down, and the driver had to honk, and slow up, and turn out to avoid running into two donkeys that were sleeping in the road. We came down out of the mountains and through an oak forest, and there were white cattle grazing in the forest. Down below there were grassy plains and clear streams, and then we crossed a stream and went through a gloomy little village, and started to climb again. We climbed up and up and crossed another high Col and turned along it, and the road ran down to the right, and we saw a whole new range of mountains off to the south, all brown and baked-looking and furrowed in strange shapes.

 

The back of the collar and the upper part of the shoulders were gray with dust.

 

“To quiet down the bulls and keep them from breaking horns against the stone walls, or goring each other.”

 

“Did you get good fishing?” Mike asked. “We wanted to join you.”

 

“I thought we ought to give her a little something for last night. It was very late.”

 

'Thank you,' she said. 'I will remember that all week.'

 

'We must mechanize the Honourable Pacciardi,' the bar-tender said. 'And supply him with the atomic bomb.'

 

Chapter XIII They went out the side door of the hotel to the imbarcadero and the wind hit them. The light from the hotel shone on the blackness of the gondola and made the water green. She looks as lovely as a good horse or as a racing shell, the Colonel thought. Why have I never seen a gondola before? What hand or eye framed that darked symmetry?

 

Her head was on his chest now, and the Colonel said, 'Why did you not want me to take off the tunic?'

 

'I seek it, too,' the Gran Maestro said. 'But rather vainly.'

 

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