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"
‘
Ah
,
’
he
said
.
‘
It
is
for
this
we
hear
nothing
.
I
had
my
news
from
the
roadmender
’
s
station
early
this
morning
.
’
"
‘
Why
is
this
done
thus
,
Pilar
?
’
he
said
to
me
.
"
‘
To
save
bullets
,
’
I
said
.
‘
And
that
each
man
should
have
his
share
in
the
responsibility
.
’
"
‘
That
it
should
start
then
.
That
it
should
start
.
’
And
I
looked
at
him
and
saw
that
he
was
crying
.
"
‘
Why
are
you
crying
,
Joaquín
?
’
I
asked
him
.
‘
This
is
not
to
cry
about
.
’
"
‘
I
cannot
help
it
,
Pilar
,
’
he
said
.
‘
I
have
never
killed
any
one
.
’
"
If
you
have
not
seen
the
day
of
revolution
in
a
small
town
where
all
know
all
in
the
town
and
always
have
known
all
,
you
have
seen
nothing
.
And
on
this
day
most
of
the
men
in
the
double
line
across
the
plaza
wore
the
clothes
in
which
they
worked
in
the
fields
,
having
come
into
town
hurriedly
,
but
some
,
not
knowing
how
one
should
dress
for
the
first
day
of
a
movement
,
wore
their
clothes
for
Sundays
or
holidays
,
and
these
,
seeing
that
the
others
,
including
those
who
had
attacked
the
barracks
,
wore
their
oldest
clothes
,
were
ashamed
of
being
wrongly
dressed
.
But
they
did
not
like
to
take
off
their
jackets
for
fear
of
losing
them
,
or
that
they
might
be
stolen
by
the
worthless
ones
,
and
so
they
stood
,
sweating
in
the
sun
and
waiting
for
it
to
commence
.
"
Then
the
wind
rose
and
the
dust
was
now
dry
in
the
plaza
for
the
men
walking
and
standing
and
shuffling
had
loosened
it
and
it
commenced
to
blow
and
a
man
in
a
dark
blue
Sunday
jacket
shouted
‘
Agua
!
Agua
!
’
and
the
caretaker
of
the
plaza
,
whose
duty
it
was
to
sprinkle
the
plaza
each
morning
with
a
hose
,
came
and
turned
the
hose
on
and
commenced
to
lay
the
dust
at
the
edge
of
the
plaza
,
and
then
toward
the
center
.
Then
the
two
lines
fell
back
and
let
him
lay
the
dust
over
the
center
of
the
plaza
;
the
hose
sweeping
in
wide
arcs
and
the
water
glistening
in
the
sun
and
the
men
leaning
on
their
flails
or
the
clubs
or
the
white
wood
pitchforks
and
watching
the
sweep
of
the
stream
of
water
.
And
then
,
when
the
plaza
was
nicely
moistened
and
the
dust
settled
,
the
lines
formed
up
again
and
a
peasant
shouted
,
‘
When
do
we
get
the
first
fascist
?
When
does
the
first
one
come
out
of
the
box
?
’
"
‘
Soon
,
’
Pablo
shouted
from
the
door
of
the
Ayuntamiento
.
‘
Soon
the
first
one
comes
out
.
’
His
voice
was
hoarse
from
shouting
in
the
assault
and
from
the
smoke
of
the
barracks
.
