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"
You
’
ve
a
nice
figure
,
"
Pilar
told
him
.
"
But
the
face
isn
’
t
much
.
So
it
was
fear
,
was
it
?
You
were
all
right
at
the
train
.
"
"
I
have
no
fear
of
them
now
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
None
.
And
we
have
seen
much
worse
things
and
more
dangerous
than
the
bulls
.
It
is
clear
no
bull
is
as
dangerous
as
a
machine
gun
.
But
if
I
were
in
the
ring
with
one
now
I
do
not
know
if
I
could
dominate
my
legs
.
"
"
He
wanted
to
be
a
bullfighter
,
"
Pilar
explained
to
Robert
Jordan
.
"
But
he
was
afraid
.
"
"
Do
you
like
the
bulls
,
Comrade
Dynamiter
?
"
Joaquín
grinned
,
showing
white
teeth
.
"
Very
much
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Very
,
very
much
.
"
"
Have
you
seen
them
in
Valladolid
?
"
asked
Joaquín
.
"
Yes
.
In
September
at
the
feria
.
"
"
That
’
s
my
town
,
"
Joaquín
said
.
"
What
a
fine
town
but
how
the
buena
gente
,
the
good
people
of
that
town
,
have
suffered
in
this
war
.
"
Then
,
his
face
grave
,
"
There
they
shot
my
father
.
My
mother
.
My
brother
-
in
-
law
and
now
my
sister
.
"
"
What
barbarians
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
How
many
times
had
he
heard
this
?
How
many
times
had
he
watched
people
say
it
with
difficulty
?
How
many
times
had
he
seen
their
eyes
fill
and
their
throats
harden
with
the
difficulty
of
saying
my
father
,
or
my
brother
,
or
my
mother
,
or
my
sister
?
He
could
not
remember
how
many
times
he
had
heard
them
mention
their
dead
in
this
way
.
Nearly
always
they
spoke
as
this
boy
did
now
;
suddenly
and
apropos
of
the
mention
of
the
town
and
always
you
said
,
"
What
barbarians
.
"
