for a momentThey sent an orderly to see and she came back with him.No.

 marched as though they were six months gone with child
 marched as though they were six months gone with child.I ate the end of my piece of cheese and took a swallow of wine. dry and white in the sun. And come to morrow night. darling.How do you do Miss Barkley said.It is true.SeeI put my Saint Anthony back in the capsule.Thats splendid. He had written to his father that I was coming and they had made preparations.How do you do I said. We talk too much even for the Tenente. I said. The window was open. with plaster and rubble in their gardens and sometimes in the street.

 felt the brake come off and the clutch go in. He ought to be able to do something. went on the captain.Here is the corkscrew. baby. she said.Are you very tired she asked. Here now we have beautiful girls. and really you are just like me underneath. as the road mounted along the ridge.They are big through the chest by measurement. Whats the matter with you Do you want us to come outside and get himThe two stretcher bearers picked up the man under the arms and by the legs and brought him in. and instead of going on I felt myself slide back. waiting for Catherine Barkley to come down.Which side is it onHere.

 You wont go awayNo. The two captains took off their coats. Manera finished. even in the ambulance business.Have you seen Miss BarkleyI will bring her here.I know how you talk. The river ran behind us and the town had been captured very handsomely but the mountains beyond it could not be taken and I was very glad the Austrians seemed to want to come back to the town some time. There was one fine cemetery thoughthe one at Pisa. They had always cracked in other wars.The driver came out of the door with the papers for the wounded in the car. he said.They may crack.In Milano. He stopped the car and looked in through the hole behind his seat. His nose was skinned and there was dust on the bloody patch and dust in his hair.

 close behind the lines. Gordini got up and ran for the dugout. It was quiet for a moment still. The outlines of the cypresses that lined it were sharp and clear. I said. It was an Astra 7. Its only the ambulance. fast and shallow. it was dark and the Austrian search lights were moving on the mountains behind us.Oh. You mustnt take everything so literally.I sat on a chair and held my cap.I will get it for you. a few freshly washed. I felt it against the back of the chair.

 You may come and see her after seven oclock if you wish.She looked down at the grass. They do it for nothing.Oh. She had slapped my face hard. the dust rising from the wheels and going off through the trees. Miss Barkley prefers you to me. You rarely find any one any good this close to the front. He smiled. There were some British batteries up with the third army. My orderly had finished pouring water and the bed felt cool and lovely and I was telling him where to scratch on the soles of my feet against the itching when one of the doctors brought in Rinaldi. The coffee was a pale gray and sweet with condensed milk. Yes.I will get it for you.Splendid.

 Inside there was a light. Its only the ambulance. The priest smiled and blushed and shook his head. Tenente. Where it had run down under my shirt it was warm and sticky.Do you think it would be any good to try and see her tomorrowYes. Im awfully tired. The orderly brought a chair and he sat down. said the lieutenant. My Austrian snipers rifle with its blued octagon barrel and the lovely dark walnut.You want us to stay here or can we look aroundBetter stay here. schutzen stock. good luck and Vive la France. All the drivers wore puttees but Passini had only one leg. I took her hands.

 I saw the town with the hill and the old castle above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond. In Pittsburgh. I havent any papers for you.Tonight you will tell me everything. the operation was successful. I know all about it. Gavuzzi said.Are you very tired she asked. warmed from the sun on the wall. I lay still and let the pain ride.I thought you said he was a Frenchman. You are my great and good friend and financial protector. fast and shallow.Hes an American.Im not.

 I knew. In the jolt of my head I heard somebody crying. He laughed.A rivederci. It would be the same when the offensive started.No Yes. Bacchus barred. God.You are sweet. brought by Gordini who looked very white and sick.Youre a good old boy. where I sat with a friend and two glasses drinking a bottle of Asti. Rinaldi carried a holster stuffed with toilet paper.This is the picturesque front.They were all eating.

 All fire and smoke and nothing inside.And you dont have to say you love me.Whats the trouble the war. I was riding in the first car and as we passed the entry to the British hospital I told the driver to stop. I will. Rinaldi. hot and dirty. The other cars pulled up. he said. Im sending you now with the English ambulance. father. It was a nasty place and the Austrians should not have let them hold it. She waved and I kissed my hand and held it out. He breathed very heavily. A mass loosened.

Ill walk down with you. No.Loan me fifty lire. she said.All thinking men are atheists. You ought to wash. Will you have a cigaretteThanks. They take your home.After a while we said good-night and left.Yes. Tenente Can I help in any way He was the quietest one of the four. Henry. then took a bite of cheese. I had wanted to go to Abruzzi. I will.

 We sat on the ground with our backs against the wall and smoked.Wonderful.There were small gray motor cars that passed going very fast usually there was an officer on the seat with the driver and more officers in the back seat. I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafe and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop. she said.The forest of oak trees on the mountain beyond the town was gone.Thats nothing. close behind the lines. Didnt you see itNo.Very. Always with the carabinieri.Bersaglieri have run too.I dont believe a word of this. Gordini winced and smiled. They come back for me.

 I said. I must write some letters.Tonight you will tell me everything.The driver came out of the door with the papers for the wounded in the car. stepping carefully among the wounded. I said in Italian. I said. It ought to be good. The hall too. When we were out on the gravel drive she said.Cough. I breathed and I was back. We are not peasants. Rinaldi said. It is very informative.

Has there been any trouble getting parts I asked the sergeant mechanic. Gordini stood behind me. In the town there were more guns. darling. He didnt have a sabre cut. And I never even talk English. The sun was going down and the day was cooling off. The vineyards were thin and bare-branched too and all the country wet and brown and dead with the autumn. when you knew that that was all there was. He didnt have a sabre cut. and in the fall when the rains came the leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were bare and the trunks black with rain. They take nearly a thousand prisoners.All bersaglieriI think so. Yes. then stopped and kissed her.

 Then. It would only be worse if we stopped fighting. we knew it was all over for that year. she said. Ill wrap you up and dont bounce your head around.Im not. I would take you and never hurt you. You dont pronounce it very much alike.If everybody would not attack the war would be over. He patted Gordini on the shoulder. There was one smashed bridge across the river. You wont worry now.Outside something was set down beside the entrance.Yes. You dont pronounce it very much alike.

 The doctors were working with their sleeves up to their shoulders and were red as butchers. Milan. you dont.No understand.Yes. We both went flat and with the flash and bump of the burst and the smell heard the singing off of the fragments and the rattle of falling brick.Poor man. Shell be off then. he said. I sat beside him. a noise like a railway engine starting and then an explosion that shook the earth again.What forBecause you are gravely wounded. which was protected by a shoulder of the mountain. and God be with you. English.

The Italians didnt want women so near the front. His right hand left the wheel and opened a button on his tunic and pulled it out from under his shirt.Hes an American. I said to Gordini. I said. the thumb up and fingers outspread as when you make shadow pictures. when you knew that that was all there was. the major said. you have nothing to worry about if it doesnt infect and it rarely does now. They lifted me onto the table.That was because it was first. Manera said. They tell me youre an American. and the whole thing going well on the Carso made the fall very different from the last fall when we had been in the country. Rinaldi.

 in which you said things instead of playing cards. There were racks of rockets standing to be touched off to call for help from the artillery or to signal with if the telephone wires were cut. Well crack in France. I believe we should get the war over.Hes dead I think. Yes. I said.Bring Caruso. however. Wait till I get cleaned up.Im not drunk. there was snow on the guns and there were paths in the snow going back to the latrines behind trenches. It was all as I had left it except that now it was spring.Could I see her just for a momentThey sent an orderly to see and she came back with him.No.