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"
‘
Pull
it
farther
back
and
let
it
snap
lightly
forward
,
’
the
civil
said
,
and
I
have
never
heard
such
a
tone
of
voice
.
It
was
grayer
than
a
morning
without
sunrise
.
"
Pablo
pulled
and
let
go
as
the
man
had
told
him
and
the
block
snapped
forward
into
place
and
the
pistol
was
cocked
with
the
hammer
back
.
It
is
an
ugly
pistol
,
small
in
the
round
handle
,
large
and
flat
in
the
barrel
,
and
unwieldy
.
All
this
time
the
civiles
had
been
watching
him
and
they
had
said
nothing
.
"
‘
What
are
you
going
to
do
with
us
?
’
one
asked
him
.
"
‘
Shoot
thee
,
’
Pablo
said
.
"
‘
When
?
’
the
man
asked
in
the
same
gray
voice
.
"
‘
Now
,
’
said
Pablo
.
"
‘
Where
?
’
asked
the
man
.
"
‘
Here
,
’
said
Pablo
.
‘
Here
.
Now
.
Here
and
now
.
Have
you
anything
to
say
?
’
"
‘
Nada
,
’
said
the
civil
.
‘
Nothing
.
But
it
is
an
ugly
thing
.
’
"
‘
And
you
are
an
ugly
thing
,
’
Pablo
said
.
‘
You
murderer
of
peasants
.
You
who
would
shoot
your
own
mother
.
’
