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"
‘
Guillermo
,
’
she
cried
.
‘
Guillermo
.
Wait
and
I
will
be
with
thee
.
’
"
Don
Guillermo
turned
his
head
toward
where
the
shouting
came
from
.
He
could
not
see
her
.
He
tried
to
say
something
but
he
could
not
.
Then
he
waved
his
hand
in
the
direction
the
woman
had
called
from
and
started
to
walk
between
the
lines
.
"
‘
Guillermo
!
’
she
cried
.
‘
Guillermo
!
Oh
,
Guillermo
!
’
She
was
holding
her
hands
on
the
rail
of
the
balcony
and
shaking
back
and
forth
.
‘
Guillermo
!
’
"
Don
Guillermo
waved
his
hand
again
toward
the
noise
and
walked
into
the
lines
with
his
head
up
and
you
would
not
have
known
what
he
was
feeling
except
for
the
color
of
his
face
.
"
Then
some
drunkard
yelled
,
‘
Guillermo
!
’
from
the
lines
,
imitating
the
high
cracked
voice
of
his
wife
and
Don
Guillermo
rushed
toward
the
man
,
blindly
,
with
tears
now
running
down
his
cheeks
and
the
man
hit
him
hard
across
the
face
with
his
flail
and
Don
Guillermo
sat
down
from
the
force
of
the
blow
and
sat
there
crying
,
but
not
from
fear
,
while
the
drunkards
beat
him
and
one
drunkard
jumped
on
top
of
him
,
astride
his
shoulders
,
and
beat
him
with
a
bottle
.
After
this
many
of
the
men
left
the
lines
and
their
places
were
taken
by
the
drunkards
who
had
been
jeering
and
saying
things
in
bad
taste
through
the
windows
of
the
Ayuntamiento
.
"
I
myself
had
felt
much
emotion
at
the
shooting
of
the
guardia
civil
by
Pablo
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
It
was
a
thing
of
great
ugliness
,
but
I
had
thought
if
this
is
how
it
must
be
,
this
is
how
it
must
be
,
and
at
least
there
was
no
cruelty
,
only
the
depriving
of
life
which
,
as
we
all
have
learned
in
these
years
,
is
a
thing
of
ugliness
but
also
a
necessity
to
do
if
we
are
to
win
,
and
to
preserve
the
Republic
.
"
When
the
square
had
been
closed
off
and
the
lines
formed
,
I
had
admired
and
understood
it
as
a
conception
of
Pablo
,
although
it
seemed
to
me
to
be
somewhat
fantastic
and
that
it
would
be
necessary
for
all
that
was
to
be
done
to
be
done
in
good
taste
if
it
were
not
to
be
repugnant
.
Certainly
if
the
fascists
were
to
be
executed
by
the
people
,
it
was
better
for
all
the
people
to
have
a
part
in
it
,
and
I
wished
to
share
the
guilt
as
much
as
any
,
just
as
I
hoped
to
share
in
the
benefits
when
the
town
should
be
ours
.
But
after
Don
Guillermo
I
felt
a
feeling
of
shame
and
distaste
,
and
with
the
coming
of
the
drunkards
and
the
worthless
ones
into
the
lines
,
and
the
abstention
of
those
who
left
the
lines
as
a
protest
after
Don
Guillermo
,
I
wished
that
I
might
disassociate
myself
altogether
from
the
lines
,
and
I
walked
away
,
across
the
square
,
and
sat
down
on
a
bench
under
one
of
the
big
trees
that
gave
shade
there
.
"
Two
peasants
from
the
lines
walked
over
,
talking
together
,
and
one
of
them
called
to
me
,
‘
What
passes
with
thee
,
Pilar
?
’
"
‘
Nothing
,
man
,
’
I
told
him
.
"
‘
Yes
,
’
he
said
.
‘
Speak
.
What
passes
.
’
