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"
‘
Paper
bleeds
little
,
’
"
Robert
Jordan
quoted
the
proverb
.
"
But
it
is
very
useful
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Es
muy
utíl
.
What
I
would
like
to
do
is
use
thy
orders
for
that
purpose
.
"
"
Me
too
,
"
said
Robert
Jordan
.
"
But
you
could
never
win
a
war
like
that
.
"
"
No
,
"
the
big
woman
said
.
"
I
suppose
not
.
But
do
you
know
what
I
would
like
?
"
"
To
go
to
the
Republic
,
"
El
Sordo
said
.
He
had
put
his
good
ear
close
to
her
as
she
spoke
.
"
Ya
irás
,
mujer
.
Let
us
win
this
and
it
will
all
be
Republic
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
And
now
,
for
God
’
s
sake
let
us
eat
.
"
Тhey
left
El
Sordo
’
s
after
eating
and
started
down
the
trail
.
El
Sordo
had
walked
with
them
as
far
as
the
lower
post
.
"
Salud
,
"
he
said
.
"
Until
tonight
.
"
"
Salud
,
Camarada
,
"
Robert
Jordan
had
said
to
him
and
the
three
of
them
had
gone
on
down
the
trail
,
the
deaf
man
standing
looking
after
them
.
Maria
had
turned
and
waved
her
hand
at
him
and
El
Sordo
waved
disparagingly
with
the
abrupt
,
Spanish
upward
flick
of
the
forearm
as
though
something
were
being
tossed
away
which
seems
the
negation
of
all
salutation
which
has
not
to
do
with
business
.
Through
the
meal
he
had
never
unbuttoned
his
sheepskin
coat
and
he
had
been
carefully
polite
,
careful
to
turn
his
head
to
hear
and
had
returned
to
speaking
his
broken
Spanish
,
asking
Robert
Jordan
about
conditions
in
the
Republic
politely
;
but
it
was
obvious
he
wanted
to
be
rid
of
them
.
As
they
had
left
him
,
Pilar
had
said
to
him
,
"
Well
,
Santiago
?
"
