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Pagina 70
She told me , half in English , half in Italian , about the terrible disgrazia ( this , I gather , is the Italians ' curious word for an accident ) that had happened to their villa in Forte dei Marmi only the night before .
She told me , half in English , half in Italian , about the terrible disgrazia ( this , I gather , is the Italians ' curious word for an accident ) that had happened to their villa in Forte dei Marmi only the night before .
Pagina 73
They taught me to say it because , like all the English , they think that all Italians are Catholics . It's not true , ye know , I'm not a Catholic . ... ( * A lot of bad hats , ' she had said , remembering Italy under Mussolini .
They taught me to say it because , like all the English , they think that all Italians are Catholics . It's not true , ye know , I'm not a Catholic . ... ( * A lot of bad hats , ' she had said , remembering Italy under Mussolini .
Pagina 261
With Italy old Bob Atkinson elevated himself to the rank of God the Father . ... landed in Sicily at the head of the Eighth Army , advanced to Catania and Messina and crossed between Scylla and Charybdis to the Italian mainland .
With Italy old Bob Atkinson elevated himself to the rank of God the Father . ... landed in Sicily at the head of the Eighth Army , advanced to Catania and Messina and crossed between Scylla and Charybdis to the Italian mainland .
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