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Italy was no good to me. I had done it all before. There are not many / corners in Europe of which Dandy and I are ignorant. I have seen his / little footmarks in the snow and the dust in places where few of your / so-called travelled folk have ever been. For my sake he has cheerfully / suffered quarantine in half the ports of the south. I know Odessa as if / I had been born there, waiting for Dandy's release. And when at last he / did come out, a mere shadow of what he was, his ribs, a scale of them, / protruding from his sides, he executed so violent a war dance of joy / as exhausted all the strength left in him. In two minutes he was lying / breathless in my arms.
I swore to him it should never happen again. "A man wouldn't put up / with it, Dandy," said I. "Why should you?"