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"
Good
,
"
said
the
gypsy
approvingly
.
"
In
this
way
speak
the
good
ones
.
Ah
!
Here
it
comes
.
"
"
You
have
eaten
,
"
said
Pablo
.
"
And
I
can
eat
twice
more
,
"
the
gypsy
told
him
.
"
Look
now
who
brings
it
.
"
The
girl
stooped
as
she
came
out
of
the
cave
mouth
carrying
the
big
iron
cooking
platter
and
Robert
Jordan
saw
her
face
turned
at
an
angle
and
at
the
same
time
saw
the
strange
thing
about
her
.
She
smiled
and
said
,
"
Hola
,
Comrade
,
"
and
Robert
Jordan
said
,
"
Salud
,
"
and
was
careful
not
to
stare
and
not
to
look
away
.
She
set
down
the
flat
iron
platter
in
front
of
him
and
he
noticed
her
handsome
brown
hands
.
Now
she
looked
him
full
in
the
face
and
smiled
.
Her
teeth
were
white
in
her
brown
face
and
her
skin
and
her
eyes
were
the
same
golden
tawny
brown
.
She
had
high
cheekbones
,
merry
eyes
and
a
straight
mouth
with
full
lips
.
Her
hair
was
the
golden
brown
of
a
grain
field
that
has
been
burned
dark
in
the
sun
but
it
was
cut
short
all
over
her
head
so
that
it
was
but
little
longer
than
the
fur
on
a
beaver
pelt
.
She
smiled
in
Robert
Jordan
’
s
face
and
put
her
brown
hand
up
and
ran
it
over
her
head
,
flattening
the
hair
which
rose
again
as
her
hand
passed
.
She
has
a
beautiful
face
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
She
’
d
be
beautiful
if
they
hadn
’
t
cropped
her
hair
.
"
That
is
the
way
I
comb
it
,
"
she
said
to
Robert
Jordan
and
laughed
.
"
Go
ahead
and
eat
.
Don
’
t
stare
at
me
.
They
gave
me
this
haircut
in
Valladolid
.
It
’
s
almost
grown
out
now
.
"
She
sat
down
opposite
him
and
looked
at
him
.
He
looked
back
at
her
and
she
smiled
and
folded
her
hands
together
over
her
knees
.
Her
legs
slanted
long
and
clean
from
the
open
cuffs
of
the
trousers
as
she
sat
with
her
hands
across
her
knees
and
he
could
see
the
shape
of
her
small
up
-
tilted
breasts
under
the
gray
shirt
.
Every
time
Robert
Jordan
looked
at
her
he
could
feel
a
thickness
in
his
throat
.
"
There
are
no
plates
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
Use
your
own
knife
.
"
The
girl
had
leaned
four
forks
,
tines
down
,
against
the
sides
of
the
iron
dish
.
They
were
all
eating
out
of
the
platter
,
not
speaking
,
as
is
the
Spanish
custom
.
It
was
rabbit
cooked
with
onions
and
green
peppers
and
there
were
chick
peas
in
the
red
wine
sauce
.
It
was
well
cooked
,
the
rabbit
meat
flaked
off
the
bones
,
and
the
sauce
was
delicious
.
Robert
Jordan
drank
another
cup
of
wine
while
he
ate
.
The
girl
watched
him
all
through
the
meal
.
Every
one
else
was
watching
his
food
and
eating
.
Robert
Jordan
wiped
up
the
last
of
the
sauce
in
front
of
him
with
a
piece
of
bread
,
piled
the
rabbit
bones
to
one
side
,
wiped
the
spot
where
they
had
been
for
sauce
,
then
wiped
his
fork
clean
with
the
bread
,
wiped
his
knife
and
put
it
away
and
ate
the
bread
.
He
leaned
over
and
dipped
his
cup
full
of
wine
and
the
girl
still
watched
him
.
Robert
Jordan
drank
half
the
cup
of
wine
but
the
thickness
still
came
in
his
throat
when
he
spoke
to
the
girl
.
"
How
art
thou
called
?
"
he
asked
.
Pablo
looked
at
him
quickly
when
he
heard
the
tone
of
his
voice
.
Then
he
got
up
and
walked
away
.
