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"
I
want
to
see
him
and
get
it
over
with
.
"
"
I
want
to
bathe
my
feet
,
"
the
woman
said
and
,
taking
off
her
rope
-
soled
shoes
and
pulling
off
a
heavy
wool
stocking
,
she
put
her
right
foot
into
the
stream
.
"
My
God
,
it
’
s
cold
.
"
"
We
should
have
taken
horses
,
"
Robert
Jordan
told
her
.
"
This
is
good
for
me
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
This
is
what
I
have
been
missing
.
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
Nothing
,
except
that
I
am
in
a
hurry
.
"
"
Then
calm
yourself
.
There
is
much
time
.
What
a
day
it
is
and
how
I
am
contented
not
to
be
in
pine
trees
.
You
cannot
imagine
how
one
can
tire
of
pine
trees
.
Aren
’
t
you
tired
of
the
pines
,
guapa
?
"
"
I
like
them
,
"
the
girl
said
.
"
What
can
you
like
about
them
?
"
"
I
like
the
odor
and
the
feel
of
the
needles
under
foot
.
I
like
the
wind
in
the
high
trees
and
the
creaking
they
make
against
each
other
.
"
"
You
like
anything
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
You
are
a
gift
to
any
man
if
you
could
cook
a
little
better
.
But
the
pine
tree
makes
a
forest
of
boredom
.
Thou
hast
never
known
a
forest
of
beech
,
nor
of
oak
,
nor
of
chestnut
.
Those
are
forests
.
In
such
forests
each
tree
differs
and
there
is
character
and
beauty
.
A
forest
of
pine
trees
is
boredom
.
What
do
you
say
,
Inglés
?
"
