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"
As
I
say
,
that
night
we
ate
and
it
was
very
curious
.
It
was
as
after
a
storm
or
a
flood
or
a
battle
and
every
one
was
tired
and
no
one
spoke
much
.
I
,
myself
,
felt
hollow
and
not
well
and
I
was
full
of
shame
and
a
sense
of
wrongdoing
and
I
had
a
great
feeling
of
oppression
and
of
bad
to
come
,
as
this
morning
after
the
planes
.
And
certainly
,
bad
came
within
three
days
.
"
Pablo
,
when
we
ate
,
spoke
little
.
"
‘
Did
you
like
it
,
Pilar
?
’
he
asked
finally
with
his
mouth
full
of
roast
young
goat
.
We
were
eating
at
the
inn
from
where
the
buses
leave
and
the
room
was
crowded
and
people
were
singing
and
there
was
difficulty
serving
.
"
‘
No
,
’
I
said
.
‘
Except
for
Don
Faustino
,
I
did
not
like
it
.
’
"
‘
I
liked
it
,
’
he
said
.
"
‘
All
of
it
?
’
I
asked
him
.
"
‘
All
of
it
,
’
he
said
and
cut
himself
a
big
piece
of
bread
with
his
knife
and
commenced
to
mop
up
gravy
with
it
.
‘
All
of
it
,
except
the
priest
.
’
"
‘
You
didn
’
t
like
it
about
the
priest
?
’
because
I
knew
he
hated
priests
even
worse
than
he
hated
fascists
.
"
‘
He
was
a
disillusionment
to
me
,
’
Pablo
said
sadly
.
"
So
many
people
were
singing
that
we
had
to
almost
shout
to
hear
one
another
.
