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"
Nor
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
not
a
fool
.
I
do
not
provoke
.
"
"
Cabrón
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
You
should
know
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
You
know
the
woman
.
"
Agustín
hit
him
again
hard
in
the
mouth
and
Pablo
laughed
at
him
,
showing
the
yellow
,
bad
,
broken
teeth
in
the
reddened
line
of
his
mouth
.
"
Leave
it
alone
,
"
Pablo
said
and
reached
with
a
cup
to
scoop
some
wine
from
the
bowl
.
"
Nobody
here
has
cojones
to
kill
me
and
this
of
the
hands
is
silly
.
"
"
Cobarde
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
Nor
words
either
,
"
Pablo
said
and
made
a
swishing
noise
rinsing
the
wine
in
his
mouth
.
He
spat
on
the
floor
.
"
I
am
far
past
words
.
"
Agustín
stood
there
looking
down
at
him
and
cursed
him
,
speaking
slowly
,
clearly
,
bitterly
and
contemptuously
and
cursing
as
steadily
as
though
he
were
dumping
manure
on
a
field
,
lifting
it
with
a
dung
fork
out
of
a
wagon
.
"
Nor
of
those
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Leave
it
,
Agustín
.
And
do
not
hit
me
more
.
Thou
wilt
injure
thy
hands
.
"
Agustín
turned
from
him
and
went
to
the
door
.
