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Gian-Luca dressed one morning with almost painful care; he was going to say goodbye to the Padrona. In two days' time he would take up his new work, but this morning he was going to say goodbye. It had all seemed so queer and unreal the night before -- the pantry, the kitchen with its giant Moscatone, the long low restaurant, the chattering diners, the clanking of the glasses and bottles in the bar; and above all, he himself, in his shabby old dress-suit, writing orders, serving dishes, fetching drinks, striking matches. It had seemed as though his body did these duties out of habit, while he stood aside and thought of the Padrona.
The suit he wore this morning had been a present from Fabio, and very smart it was, an immaculate grey tweed.