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Death, that was striking at heart after heart, now struck at the hearts of Mario and Rosa; for that December Geppe was killed in the twelfth great battle of the Isonzo. Geppe had gone through those weeks of hell without so much as a scratch, and then, zipp! a large splinter of shrapnel in the stomach, and presently no more Geppe!
Mario was unexpectedly quiet, saying little, not weeping at all. He just gathered Rosa into his arms: "Povera, povera donna," he murmured, rhythmically patting her shoulder.