CHAPTER 4
BOOK III · PART V
CHAPTER IV
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The season dragged on, and whenever he could Gian-Luca went home to Maddalena. He clung to her now like a frightened child, eating without complaint the food that she prepared, in order to keep up his strength. Sometimes he would try to express his great sadness but his words would be inadequate and vague.
"I saw something horrible today," he might begin, "a poor wretch in khaki grinding an organ -- "