are the
fine good
Anglo-Saxon
boy. I
know. You
are the
remorse
boy, I
know. I
will wait
till I see
the
Anglo-Saxon
brushing
away
harlotry
with a
toothbrush.”
“Put some
cognac in
the
glass.” We
touched
glasses
and drank.
Rinaldi
laughed at
me. “I
will get
you drunk
and take
out your
liver and
put you in
a good
Italian
liver and
make you a
man
again.” I
held the
glass for
some more
cognac. It
was dark
outside
now.
Holding
the glass
of cognac,

















