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Robert
Jordan
felt
his
face
reddening
.
"
Did
you
sleep
well
?
"
Pilar
asked
.
Then
said
,
"
It
is
true
that
there
is
no
sickness
.
There
could
have
been
.
I
know
not
why
there
wasn
’
t
.
There
probably
still
is
God
after
all
,
although
we
have
abolished
Him
.
Go
on
,
"
she
said
to
Pablo
.
"
This
does
not
concern
thee
.
This
is
of
people
younger
than
thee
.
Made
of
other
material
.
Get
on
.
"
Then
to
Robert
Jordan
,
"
Agustín
is
looking
after
thy
things
.
We
go
when
he
comes
.
"
It
was
a
clear
,
bright
day
and
warm
now
in
the
sun
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
at
the
big
,
brown
-
faced
woman
with
her
kind
,
widely
set
eyes
and
her
square
,
heavy
face
,
lined
and
pleasantly
ugly
,
the
eyes
merry
,
but
the
face
sad
until
the
lips
moved
.
He
looked
at
her
and
then
at
the
man
,
heavy
and
stolid
,
moving
off
through
the
trees
toward
the
corral
.
The
woman
,
too
,
was
looking
after
him
.
"
Did
you
make
love
?
"
the
woman
said
.
"
What
did
she
say
?
"
"
She
would
not
tell
me
.
"
"
I
neither
.
"
"
Then
you
made
love
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
Be
as
careful
with
her
as
you
can
.
"
"
What
if
she
has
a
baby
?
"
"
That
will
do
no
harm
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
That
will
do
less
harm
.
"
