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"
It
is
very
possible
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
But
I
am
not
to
be
provoked
.
Take
something
to
drink
,
Inglés
,
and
signal
to
the
woman
it
was
not
successful
.
"
"
Shut
thy
mouth
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
I
provoke
thee
for
myself
.
"
"
It
is
not
worth
the
trouble
,
"
Pablo
told
him
.
"
I
do
not
provoke
.
"
"
Thou
art
a
bicho
raro
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
,
not
wanting
to
let
it
go
;
not
wanting
to
have
it
fail
for
the
second
time
;
knowing
as
he
spoke
that
this
had
all
been
gone
through
before
;
having
that
feeling
that
he
was
playing
a
part
from
memory
of
something
that
he
had
read
or
had
dreamed
,
feeling
it
all
moving
in
a
circle
.
"
Very
rare
,
yes
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Very
rare
and
very
drunk
.
To
your
health
,
Inglés
.
"
He
dipped
a
cup
in
the
wine
bowl
and
held
it
up
.
"
Salud
y
cojones
.
"
He
’
s
rare
,
all
right
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
,
and
smart
,
and
very
complicated
.
He
could
no
longer
hear
the
fire
for
the
sound
of
his
own
breathing
.
"
Here
’
s
to
you
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
,
and
dipped
a
cup
into
the
wine
.
Betrayal
wouldn
’
t
amount
to
anything
without
all
these
pledges
,
he
thought
.
Pledge
up
.
"
Salud
,
"
he
said
.
"
Salud
and
Salud
again
,
"
you
salud
,
he
thought
.
Salud
,
you
salud
.
"
Don
Roberto
,
"
Pablo
said
heavily
.
"
Don
Pablo
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
You
’
re
no
professor
,
"
Pablo
said
,
"
because
you
haven
’
t
got
a
beard
.
And
also
to
do
away
with
me
you
have
to
assassinate
me
and
,
for
this
,
you
have
not
cojones
.
"
