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"
A
mi
qué
?
"
Pilar
said
,
over
her
shoulder
.
"
If
it
snows
it
snows
.
"
"
Drink
some
wine
,
Inglés
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
have
been
drinking
all
day
waiting
for
the
snow
.
"
"
Give
me
a
cup
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
To
the
snow
,
"
Pablo
said
and
touched
cups
with
him
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
him
in
the
eyes
and
clinked
his
cup
.
You
bleary
-
eyed
murderous
sod
,
he
thought
.
I
’
d
like
to
clink
this
cup
against
your
teeth
.
Take
it
easy
,
he
told
himself
,
take
it
easy
.
"
It
is
very
beautiful
the
snow
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
You
won
’
t
want
to
sleep
outside
with
the
snow
falling
.
"
So
that
’
s
on
your
mind
too
is
it
?
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
You
’
ve
a
lot
of
troubles
,
haven
’
t
you
,
Pablo
?
"
No
?
"
he
said
,
politely
.
"
No
.
Very
cold
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Very
wet
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
why
those
old
eiderdowns
cost
sixty
-
five
dollars
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
I
’
d
like
to
have
a
dollar
for
every
time
I
’
ve
slept
in
that
thing
in
the
snow
.
"
Then
I
should
sleep
in
here
?
"
he
asked
politely
.
