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"
But
difficult
to
put
up
with
.
You
do
not
know
how
ruined
.
"
"
Yes
.
But
a
talent
.
Look
,
Pilar
.
To
make
war
all
you
need
is
intelligence
.
But
to
win
you
need
talent
and
material
.
"
"
I
will
think
it
over
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
must
start
now
.
We
are
late
.
"
Then
,
raising
her
voice
,
"
English
!
"
she
called
.
"
Inglés
!
Come
on
!
Let
us
go
.
"
Let
us
rest
,
"
Pilar
said
to
Robert
Jordan
.
"
Sit
down
here
,
Maria
,
and
let
us
rest
.
"
"
We
should
continue
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Rest
when
we
get
there
.
I
must
see
this
man
.
"
"
You
will
see
him
,
"
the
woman
told
him
.
"
There
is
no
hurry
.
Sit
down
here
,
Maria
.
"
"
Come
on
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Rest
at
the
top
.
"
"
I
rest
now
,
"
the
woman
said
,
and
sat
down
by
the
stream
.
The
girl
sat
by
her
in
the
heather
,
the
sun
shining
on
her
hair
.
Only
Robert
Jordan
stood
looking
across
the
high
mountain
meadow
with
the
trout
brook
running
through
it
.
There
was
heather
growing
where
he
stood
.
There
were
gray
boulders
rising
from
the
yellow
bracken
that
replaced
the
heather
in
the
lower
part
of
the
meadow
and
below
was
the
dark
line
of
the
pines
.
"
How
far
is
it
to
El
Sordo
’
s
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Not
far
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
It
is
across
this
open
country
,
down
into
the
next
valley
and
above
the
timber
at
the
head
of
the
stream
.
Sit
thee
down
and
forget
thy
seriousness
.
"
