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Teresa, at the Casa Boselli, eyed her husband with open disfavor, for Fabio was growing more futile every day -- he had taken to sitting about in the parlor holding his head in his hands.
"Already the transport is so slow," he would mutter; "what will it be like later on? Already the Germans are attacking the food ships -- what can we do without food?"