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"
Every
one
shouted
and
applauded
and
Finito
sunk
further
back
in
the
chair
and
then
every
one
was
quiet
and
looking
at
him
and
he
said
,
‘
No
.
No
,
’
and
looked
at
the
bull
and
pulled
further
back
and
then
he
said
,
‘
No
!
’
very
loudly
and
a
big
blob
of
blood
came
out
and
he
didn
’
t
even
put
up
the
napkin
and
it
slid
down
his
chin
and
he
was
still
looking
at
the
bull
and
he
said
,
‘
All
season
,
yes
.
To
make
money
,
yes
.
To
eat
,
yes
.
But
I
can
’
t
eat
.
Hear
me
?
My
stomach
’
s
bad
.
But
now
with
the
season
finished
!
No
!
No
!
No
!
’
He
looked
around
at
the
table
and
then
he
looked
at
the
bull
’
s
head
and
said
,
‘
No
,
’
once
more
and
then
he
put
his
head
down
and
he
put
his
napkin
up
to
his
mouth
and
then
he
just
sat
there
like
that
and
said
nothing
and
the
banquet
,
which
had
started
so
well
,
and
promised
to
mark
an
epoch
in
hilarity
and
good
fellowship
was
not
a
success
.
"
"
Then
how
long
after
that
did
he
die
?
"
Primitivo
asked
.
"
That
winter
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
He
never
recovered
from
that
last
blow
with
the
flat
of
the
horn
in
Zaragoza
.
They
are
worse
than
a
goring
,
for
the
injury
is
internal
and
it
does
not
heal
.
He
received
one
almost
every
time
he
went
in
to
kill
and
it
was
for
this
reason
he
was
not
more
successful
.
It
was
difficult
for
him
to
get
out
from
over
the
horn
because
of
his
short
stature
.
Nearly
always
the
side
of
the
horn
struck
him
.
But
of
course
many
were
only
glancing
blows
.
"
"
If
he
was
so
short
he
should
not
have
tried
to
be
a
matador
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
Pilar
looked
at
Robert
Jordan
and
shook
her
head
.
Then
she
bent
over
the
big
iron
pot
,
still
shaking
her
head
.
What
a
people
they
are
,
she
thought
.
What
a
people
are
the
Spaniards
,
"
and
if
he
was
so
short
he
should
not
have
tried
to
be
a
matador
.
"
And
I
hear
it
and
say
nothing
.
I
have
no
rage
for
that
and
having
made
an
explanation
I
am
silent
.
How
simple
it
is
when
one
knows
nothing
.
Qué
sencillo
!
Knowing
nothing
one
says
,
"
He
was
not
much
of
a
matador
.
"
Knowing
nothing
another
says
,
"
He
was
tubercular
.
"
And
another
says
,
after
one
,
knowing
,
has
explained
,
"
If
he
was
so
short
he
should
not
have
tried
to
be
a
matador
.
"
Now
,
bending
over
the
fire
,
she
saw
on
the
bed
again
the
naked
brown
body
with
the
gnarled
scars
in
both
thighs
,
the
deep
,
seared
whorl
below
the
ribs
on
the
right
side
of
the
chest
and
the
long
white
welt
along
the
side
that
ended
in
the
armpit
.
She
saw
the
eyes
closed
and
the
solemn
brown
face
and
the
curly
black
hair
pushed
back
now
from
the
forehead
and
she
was
sitting
by
him
on
the
bed
rubbing
the
legs
,
chafing
the
taut
muscles
of
the
calves
,
kneading
them
,
loosening
them
,
and
then
tapping
them
lightly
with
her
folded
hands
,
loosening
the
cramped
muscles
.
"
How
is
it
?
"
she
said
to
him
.
"
How
are
the
legs
,
little
one
?
"
"
Very
well
,
Pilar
,
"
he
would
say
without
opening
his
eyes
.
"
Do
you
want
me
to
rub
the
chest
?
"
