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"
Yes
,
man
.
It
is
necessary
.
There
is
not
much
time
.
"
"
Did
you
see
that
in
the
hand
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
.
Do
not
remember
that
nonsense
of
the
hand
.
"
She
had
put
that
away
with
all
the
other
things
that
might
do
ill
to
the
Republic
.
Robert
Jordan
said
nothing
.
He
was
looking
at
Maria
putting
away
the
dishes
inside
the
cave
.
She
wiped
her
hands
and
turned
and
smiled
at
him
.
She
could
not
hear
what
Pilar
was
saying
,
but
as
she
smiled
at
Robert
Jordan
she
blushed
dark
under
the
tawny
skin
and
then
smiled
at
him
again
.
"
There
is
the
day
also
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
You
have
the
night
,
but
there
is
the
day
,
too
.
Clearly
,
there
is
no
such
luxury
as
in
Valencia
in
my
time
.
But
you
could
pick
a
few
wild
strawberries
or
something
.
"
She
laughed
.
Robert
Jordan
put
his
arm
on
her
big
shoulder
.
"
I
care
for
thee
,
too
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
care
for
thee
very
much
.
"
"
Thou
art
a
regular
Don
Juan
Tenorio
,
"
the
woman
said
,
embarrassed
now
with
affection
.
"
There
is
a
commencement
of
caring
for
every
one
.
Here
comes
Agustín
.
"
Robert
Jordan
went
into
the
cave
and
up
to
where
Maria
was
standing
.
She
watched
him
come
toward
her
,
her
eyes
bright
,
the
blush
again
on
her
cheeks
and
throat
.
"
Hello
,
little
rabbit
,
"
he
said
and
kissed
her
on
the
mouth
.
She
held
him
tight
to
her
and
looked
in
his
face
and
said
,
"
Hello
.
Oh
,
hello
.
Hello
.
"
