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He held the line tight in his right hand and then pushed his thigh against his right hand as he leaned all his weight against the wood of the bow. Then he passed the line a little lower on his shoulders and braced his left hand on it.

 

They walked down the road to the old man's shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats.

 

"I'll get the cast net and go for sardines. Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?"

 

I can do nothing with him and he can do nothing with me, he thought. Not as long as he keeps this up.

 

He lay in the stern and steered and watched for the glow to come in the sky. I have half of him, he thought. Maybe I'll have the luck to bring the forward half in. I should have some luck. No, he said. You violated your luck when you went too far outside.

 

Then you could climb the bridge and cross it and go down into the market. He liked the market best. It was the part of any town he always went to first.

 

'Thank you. For that I will not go and be a nuisance. I will stay in Venice and go to Mass with Mother and my aunt and my great-aunt and visit my poors. I am an only child so I have many duties.'

 

'There aren't any such times any more,' the Colonel said and the spell was broken.

 

'You can think about it,' the Colonel said. 'I'm talking true.'

 

'Also,' she said suddenly and un-maskingly, 'I want to be like you. Can I be like you a little while to-night?'

 

'No. I have never had confidence and I am not young.'

 

He would have a black eye, all right. It ached already. That son of a crutting brakeman.

 

I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

 

His mother went out of the room and he could hear her frying something downstairs while he washed, shaved and dressed to go down into the dining-room for breakfast. While he was eating breakfast his sister brought in the mail.

 

Td like'to,' Macomber said. 'I'm just scared, you know.'

 

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