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"
Don
Faustino
could
not
walk
alone
and
the
peasant
in
a
black
smock
helped
him
on
one
side
and
another
peasant
in
a
black
smock
and
herdsman
’
s
boots
helped
him
on
the
other
,
supporting
him
by
the
arms
and
Don
Faustino
walking
along
between
the
lines
with
his
hands
over
his
eyes
,
his
lips
never
quiet
,
and
his
yellow
hair
slicked
on
his
head
and
shining
in
the
sun
,
and
as
he
passed
the
peasants
would
say
,
‘
Don
Faustino
,
buen
provecho
.
Don
Faustino
,
that
you
should
have
a
good
appetite
,
’
and
others
said
,
‘
Don
Faustino
,
a
sus
ordenes
.
Don
Faustino
at
your
orders
,
’
and
one
,
who
had
failed
at
bullfighting
himself
,
said
,
‘
Don
Faustino
.
Matador
,
a
sus
ordenes
,
’
and
another
said
,
‘
Don
Faustino
,
there
are
beautiful
girls
in
heaven
,
Don
Faustino
.
’
And
they
walked
Don
Faustino
through
the
lines
,
holding
him
close
on
either
side
,
holding
him
up
as
he
walked
,
with
him
with
his
hands
over
his
eyes
.
But
he
must
have
looked
through
his
fingers
,
because
when
they
came
to
the
edge
of
the
cliff
with
him
,
he
knelt
again
,
throwing
himself
down
and
clutching
the
ground
and
holding
to
the
grass
,
saying
,
‘
No
.
No
.
No
.
Please
.
NO
.
Please
.
Please
.
No
.
No
.
’
"
Then
the
peasants
who
were
with
him
and
the
others
,
the
hard
ones
of
the
end
of
the
line
,
squatted
quickly
behind
him
as
he
knelt
,
and
gave
him
a
rushing
push
and
he
was
over
the
edge
without
ever
having
been
beaten
and
you
heard
him
crying
loud
and
high
as
he
fell
.
"
It
was
then
I
knew
that
the
lines
had
become
cruel
and
it
was
first
the
insults
of
Don
Ricardo
and
second
the
cowardice
of
Don
Faustino
that
had
made
them
so
.
"
‘
Let
us
have
another
,
’
a
peasant
called
out
and
another
peasant
slapped
him
on
the
back
and
said
,
‘
Don
Faustino
!
What
a
thing
!
Don
Faustino
!
’
"
‘
He
’
s
seen
the
big
bull
now
,
’
another
said
.
‘
Throwing
up
will
never
help
him
,
now
.
’
"
‘
In
my
life
,
’
another
peasant
said
,
‘
in
my
life
I
’
ve
never
seen
a
thing
like
Don
Faustino
.
’
"
‘
There
are
others
,
’
another
peasant
said
.
‘
Have
patience
.
Who
knows
what
we
may
yet
see
?
’
"
‘
There
may
be
giants
and
dwarfs
,
’
the
first
peasant
said
.
‘
There
may
be
Negroes
and
rare
beasts
from
Africa
.
But
for
me
never
,
never
will
there
be
anything
like
Don
Faustino
.
But
let
’
s
have
another
one
!
Come
on
.
Let
’
s
have
another
one
!
’
"
The
drunkards
were
handing
around
bottles
of
anis
and
cognac
that
they
had
looted
from
the
bar
of
the
club
of
the
fascists
,
drinking
them
down
like
wine
,
and
many
of
the
men
in
the
lines
were
beginning
to
be
a
little
drunk
,
too
,
from
drinking
after
the
strong
emotion
of
Don
Benito
,
Don
Federico
,
Don
Ricardo
and
especially
Don
Faustino
.
Those
who
did
not
drink
from
the
bottles
of
liquor
were
drinking
from
leather
wineskins
that
were
passed
about
and
one
handed
a
wineskin
to
me
and
I
took
a
long
drink
,
letting
the
wine
run
cool
down
my
throat
from
the
leather
bota
for
I
was
very
thirsty
,
too
.
"
‘
To
kill
gives
much
thirst
,
’
the
man
with
the
wineskin
said
to
me
.
