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"
No
ice
,
"
he
said
to
Robert
Jordan
and
handed
him
the
bottle
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
any
,
"
Pilar
said
and
covered
her
glass
with
her
hand
.
"
Ice
last
night
on
ground
,
"
El
Sordo
said
and
grinned
.
"
All
melt
.
Ice
up
there
,
"
El
Sordo
said
and
pointed
to
the
snow
that
showed
on
the
bare
crest
of
the
mountains
.
"
Too
far
.
"
Robert
Jordan
started
to
pour
into
El
Sordo
’
s
glass
but
the
deaf
man
shook
his
head
and
made
a
motion
for
the
other
to
pour
for
himself
.
Robert
Jordan
poured
a
big
drink
of
Scotch
into
the
glass
and
El
Sordo
watched
him
eagerly
and
when
he
had
finished
,
handed
him
the
water
jug
and
Robert
Jordan
filled
the
glass
with
the
cold
water
that
ran
in
a
stream
from
the
earthenware
spout
as
he
tipped
up
the
jug
.
El
Sordo
poured
himself
half
a
glassful
of
whiskey
and
filled
the
glass
with
water
.
"
Wine
?
"
he
asked
Pilar
.
"
No
.
Water
.
"
"
Take
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
good
,
"
he
said
to
Robert
Jordan
and
grinned
.
"
Knew
many
English
.
Always
much
whiskey
.
"
"
Where
?
"
