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"
But
I
want
to
be
there
when
he
is
there
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
Oh
,
Pilar
,
do
not
tell
it
at
all
.
"
"
I
will
tell
it
when
thou
art
working
.
"
"
No
.
No
.
Please
.
Let
us
not
tell
it
at
all
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
It
is
only
fair
to
tell
it
since
I
have
told
what
we
did
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
But
you
shall
never
hear
it
.
"
"
Are
there
no
pleasant
things
to
speak
of
?
"
Maria
said
.
"
Do
we
have
to
talk
always
of
horrors
?
"
"
This
afternoon
,
"
Pilar
said
,
"
thou
and
Inglés
.
The
two
of
you
can
speak
of
what
you
wish
.
"
"
Then
that
the
afternoon
should
come
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
That
it
should
come
flying
.
"
"
It
will
come
,
"
Pilar
told
her
.
"
It
will
come
flying
and
go
the
same
way
and
tomorrow
will
fly
,
too
.
"
"
This
afternoon
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
This
afternoon
.
That
this
afternoon
should
come
.
"
As
they
came
up
,
still
deep
in
the
shadow
of
the
pines
,
after
dropping
down
from
the
high
meadow
into
the
wooden
valley
and
climbing
up
it
on
a
trail
that
paralleled
the
stream
and
then
left
it
to
gain
,
steeply
,
the
top
of
a
rim
-
rock
formation
,
a
man
with
a
carbine
stepped
out
from
behind
a
tree
.
