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"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
think
everything
goes
very
well
.
"
"
Roberto
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
Go
sit
down
and
dry
thy
feet
and
let
me
bring
thee
something
to
drink
to
warm
thee
.
"
"
You
would
think
that
man
had
never
dampened
foot
before
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Nor
that
a
flake
of
snow
had
ever
fallen
.
"
Maria
brought
him
a
sheepskin
and
put
it
on
the
dirt
floor
of
the
cave
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
.
"
Keep
that
under
thee
until
thy
shoes
are
dry
.
"
The
sheepskin
was
fresh
dried
and
not
tanned
and
as
Robert
Jordan
rested
his
stocking
feet
on
it
he
could
feel
it
crackle
like
parchment
.
The
fire
was
smoking
and
Pilar
called
to
Maria
,
"
Blow
up
the
fire
,
worthless
one
.
This
is
no
smokehouse
.
"
"
Blow
it
thyself
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
I
am
searching
for
the
bottle
that
El
Sordo
left
.
"
"
It
is
behind
his
packs
,
"
Pilar
told
her
.
"
Must
you
care
for
him
as
a
sucking
child
?
"
"
No
,
"
Maria
said
.
"
As
a
man
who
is
cold
and
wet
.
And
a
man
who
has
just
come
to
his
house
.
Here
it
is
.
"
She
brought
the
bottle
to
where
Robert
Jordan
sat
.
"
It
is
the
bottle
of
this
noon
.
With
this
bottle
one
could
make
a
beautiful
lamp
.
When
we
have
electricity
again
,
what
a
lamp
we
can
make
of
this
bottle
.
"
She
looked
at
the
pinch
-
bottle
admiringly
.
"
How
do
you
take
this
,
Roberto
?
"
