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〃Good…night； little puppy。〃
I knocked over his candle with the pillow and got into bed in the dark。
Rinaldi picked up the candle； lit it and went on reading。
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I was away for two days at the posts。 When I got home it was too late and I did not see Miss Barkley until the next evening。 She was not in the garden and I had to wait in the office of the hospital until she came down。 There were many marble busts on painted wooden pillars along the walls of the room they used for an office。 The hall too； that the office opened on； was lined with them。 They had the plete marble quality of all looking alike。 Sculpture had always seemed a dull business……still； bronzes looked like something。 But marble busts all looked like a cemetery。 There was one fine cemetery though……the one at Pisa。 Genoa was the place to see the bad marbles。 This had been the villa of a very wealthy German and the busts must have cost him plenty。 I wondered who had done them and how much he got。 I tried to make out whether they were members of the family or what； but they were all uniformly classical。 You could not tell anything about them。
I sat on a chair and held my cap。 We were supposed to wear steel helmets even in Gorizia but they were unfortable and too bloody theatrical in a town where the civilian inhabitants had not been evacuated。 I wore one when we went up to the posts and carried an English gas mask。 We were just beginning to get some of them。 They were a r
