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But
neither
bull
force
nor
bull
courage
lasted
,
she
knew
now
,
and
what
did
last
?
I
last
,
she
thought
.
Yes
,
I
have
lasted
.
But
for
what
?
"
Maria
,
"
she
said
.
"
Pay
some
attention
to
what
you
are
doing
.
That
is
a
fire
to
cook
with
.
Not
to
burn
down
a
city
.
"
Just
then
the
gypsy
came
in
the
door
.
He
was
covered
with
snow
and
he
stood
there
holding
his
carbine
and
stamping
the
snow
from
his
feet
.
Robert
Jordan
stood
up
and
went
over
to
the
door
,
"
Well
?
"
he
said
to
the
gypsy
.
"
Six
-
hour
watches
,
two
men
at
a
time
on
the
big
bridge
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
There
are
eight
men
and
a
corporal
at
the
roadmender
’
s
hut
.
Here
is
thy
chronometer
.
"
"
What
about
the
sawmill
post
?
"
"
The
old
man
is
there
.
He
can
watch
that
and
the
road
both
.
"
"
And
the
road
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
.
"
The
same
movement
as
always
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
Nothing
out
of
the
usual
.
Several
motor
cars
.
"
The
gypsy
looked
cold
,
his
dark
face
was
drawn
with
the
cold
and
his
hands
were
red
.
Standing
in
the
mouth
of
the
cave
he
took
off
his
jacket
and
shook
it
.
