THE MAN WITH BANDAGED HANDS had been in the military hospital in Rome for more than four months when by act he heard about the burned patient and the nurse, heard her name. He turned from the doorway and walked bato the clutch of doctors he had just passed, to discover where she was. He had been recuperating there for a long time, and they knew him as an evasive man. But now he spoke to them, asking about the name, and startled them. During all that time he had never spoken, unig by signals and grimaces, now and then a grin. He had revealed nothing, not even his name, just wrote out his serial number, which showed he was with the Allies.
His status had been double-checked, and firmed in messages from London. There was the cluster of known scars on him.
So the doctors had e ba, the bandages on him. A celebrity, after all, wanting silence. A war hero.
That was how he felt safest. Revealing nothing. Whether they came at him with tenderness or subterfuge o……（内容加载失败！）
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