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"
What
rotten
stuff
is
the
snow
and
how
beautiful
it
looks
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
What
an
illusion
is
the
snow
.
"
She
turned
to
Maria
.
"
I
am
sorry
I
was
rude
to
thee
,
guapa
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
has
held
me
today
.
I
have
an
evil
temper
.
"
"
I
never
mind
what
you
say
when
you
are
angry
,
"
Maria
told
her
.
"
And
you
are
angry
often
.
"
"
Nay
,
it
is
worse
than
anger
,
"
Pilar
said
,
looking
across
at
the
peaks
.
"
Thou
art
not
well
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
Neither
is
it
that
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
Come
here
,
guapa
,
and
put
thy
head
in
my
lap
.
"
Maria
moved
close
to
her
,
put
her
arms
out
and
folded
them
as
one
does
who
goes
to
sleep
without
a
pillow
and
lay
with
her
head
on
her
arms
.
She
turned
her
face
up
at
Pilar
and
smiled
at
her
but
the
big
woman
looked
on
across
the
meadow
at
the
mountains
.
She
stroked
the
girl
’
s
head
without
looking
down
at
her
and
ran
a
blunt
finger
across
the
girl
’
s
forehead
and
then
around
the
line
of
her
ear
and
down
the
line
where
the
hair
grew
on
her
neck
.
"
You
can
have
her
in
a
little
while
,
Inglés
,
"
she
said
.
Robert
Jordan
was
sitting
behind
her
.
"
Do
not
talk
like
that
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
Yes
,
he
can
have
thee
,
"
Pilar
said
and
looked
at
neither
of
them
.
"
I
have
never
wanted
thee
.
But
I
am
jealous
.
"
"
Pilar
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
Do
not
talk
thus
.
"
