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"
There
is
food
soon
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
you
have
tobacco
?
"
Robert
Jordan
went
over
to
the
packs
and
opening
one
,
felt
inside
an
inner
pocket
and
brought
out
one
of
the
flat
boxes
of
Russian
cigarettes
he
had
gotten
at
Golz
’
s
headquarters
.
He
ran
his
thumbnail
around
the
edge
of
the
box
and
,
opening
the
lid
,
handed
them
to
Pablo
who
took
half
a
dozen
.
Pablo
,
holding
them
in
one
of
his
huge
hands
,
picked
one
up
and
looked
at
it
against
the
light
.
They
were
long
narrow
cigarettes
with
pasteboard
cylinders
for
mouthpieces
.
"
Much
air
and
little
tobacco
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
these
.
The
other
with
the
rare
name
had
them
.
"
"
Kashkin
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
offered
the
cigarettes
to
the
gypsy
and
Anselmo
,
who
each
took
one
.
"
Take
more
,
"
he
said
and
they
each
took
another
.
He
gave
them
each
four
more
,
they
making
a
double
nod
with
the
hand
holding
the
cigarettes
so
that
the
cigarette
dipped
its
end
as
a
man
salutes
with
a
sword
,
to
thank
him
.
"
Yes
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
It
was
a
rare
name
.
"
"
Here
is
the
wine
.
"
Anselmo
dipped
a
cup
out
of
the
bowl
and
handed
it
to
Robert
Jordan
,
then
dipped
for
himself
and
the
gypsy
.
"
Is
there
no
wine
for
me
?
"
Pablo
asked
.
They
were
all
sitting
together
by
the
cave
entrance
.
Anselmo
handed
him
his
cup
and
went
into
the
cave
for
another
.
Coming
out
he
leaned
over
the
bowl
and
dipped
the
cup
full
and
they
all
touched
cup
edges
.
The
wine
was
good
,
tasting
faintly
resinous
from
the
wineskin
,
but
excellent
,
light
and
clean
on
his
tongue
.
Robert
Jordan
drank
it
slowly
,
feeling
it
spread
warmly
through
his
tiredness
.
