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"
No
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
Now
for
a
whole
day
it
is
Inglés
.
And
Inglés
,
can
I
help
thee
with
thy
work
?
"
"
No
.
What
I
do
now
I
do
alone
and
very
coldly
in
my
head
.
"
"
Good
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
when
will
it
be
finished
?
"
"
Tonight
,
with
luck
.
"
"
Good
,
"
she
said
.
Below
them
was
the
last
woods
that
led
to
the
camp
.
"
Who
is
that
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
and
pointed
.
"
Pilar
,
"
the
girl
said
,
looking
along
his
arm
.
"
Surely
it
is
Pilar
.
"
At
the
lower
edge
of
the
meadow
where
the
first
trees
grew
the
woman
was
sitting
,
her
head
on
her
arms
.
She
looked
like
a
dark
bundle
from
where
they
stood
;
black
against
the
brown
of
the
tree
trunk
.
"
Come
on
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
started
to
run
toward
her
through
the
knee
-
high
heather
.
It
was
heavy
and
hard
to
run
in
and
when
he
had
run
a
little
way
,
he
slowed
and
walked
.
He
could
see
the
woman
’
s
head
was
on
her
folded
arms
and
she
looked
broad
and
black
against
the
tree
trunk
.
He
came
up
to
her
and
said
,
"
Pilar
!
"
sharply
.
