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After Christmas Fabio felt a little better, and so he thought less about God. Indeed, by the New Year he had almost recovered, and this was to the good, for the factory machines were crying out loudly for attention. Fabio, so his wife had discovered since the war, had a very cunning hand with machines; he could make fine adjustments with accuracy, oiling and coaxing the while.
"Sii buono, sii bravo; suvvia! " he would coax; and then, strange to say, the machines would run smoothly, as though they wished to pleased Fabio.