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"
Nay
,
Pilar
.
Please
do
not
touch
it
.
"
"
And
the
upper
legs
?
"
"
No
.
They
hurt
too
badly
.
"
"
But
if
I
rub
them
and
put
liniment
on
,
it
will
warm
them
and
they
will
be
better
.
"
"
Nay
,
Pilar
.
Thank
thee
.
I
would
rather
they
were
not
touched
.
"
"
I
will
wash
thee
with
alcohol
.
"
"
Yes
.
Do
it
very
lightly
.
"
"
You
were
enormous
in
the
last
bull
,
"
she
would
say
to
him
and
he
would
say
,
"
Yes
,
I
killed
him
very
well
.
"
Then
,
having
washed
him
and
covered
him
with
a
sheet
,
she
would
lie
by
him
in
the
bed
and
he
would
put
a
brown
hand
out
and
touch
her
and
say
,
"
Thou
art
much
woman
,
Pilar
.
"
It
was
the
nearest
to
a
joke
he
ever
made
and
then
,
usually
,
after
the
fight
,
he
would
go
to
sleep
and
she
would
lie
there
,
holding
his
hand
in
her
two
hands
and
listening
to
him
breathe
.
He
was
often
frightened
in
his
sleep
and
she
would
feel
his
hand
grip
tightly
and
see
the
sweat
bead
on
his
forehead
and
if
he
woke
,
she
said
,
"
It
’
s
nothing
,
"
and
he
slept
again
.
She
was
with
him
thus
five
years
and
never
was
unfaithful
to
him
,
that
is
almost
never
,
and
then
after
the
funeral
,
she
took
up
with
Pablo
who
led
picador
horses
in
the
ring
and
was
like
all
the
bulls
that
Finito
had
spent
his
life
killing
.
