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"
What
?
"
Agustín
said
.
"
What
?
"
"
I
have
thought
you
are
a
group
of
illusioned
people
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Led
by
a
woman
with
her
brains
between
her
thighs
and
a
foreigner
who
comes
to
destroy
you
.
"
"
Get
out
,
"
Pilar
shouted
at
him
.
"
Get
out
and
fist
yourself
into
the
snow
.
Take
your
bad
milk
out
of
here
,
you
horse
exhausted
maricón
.
"
"
Thus
one
talks
,
"
Agustín
said
admiringly
,
but
absent
-
mindedly
.
He
was
worried
.
"
I
go
,
"
said
Pablo
.
"
But
I
will
be
back
shortly
.
"
He
lifted
the
blanket
over
the
door
of
the
cave
and
stepped
out
.
Then
from
the
door
he
called
,
"
It
’
s
still
falling
,
Inglés
.
"
The
only
noise
in
the
cave
now
was
the
hissing
from
the
hearth
where
snow
was
falling
through
the
hole
in
the
roof
onto
the
coals
of
the
fire
.
"
Pilar
,
"
Fernando
said
.
"
Is
there
more
of
the
stew
?
"
"
Oh
,
shut
up
,
"
the
woman
said
.
But
Maria
took
Fernando
’
s
bowl
over
to
the
big
pot
set
back
from
the
edge
of
the
fire
and
ladled
into
it
.
She
brought
it
over
to
the
table
and
set
it
down
and
then
patted
Fernando
on
the
shoulder
as
he
bent
to
eat
.
She
stood
for
a
moment
beside
him
,
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
But
Fernando
did
not
look
up
.
He
was
devoting
himself
to
the
stew
.
Agustín
stood
beside
the
fire
.
The
others
were
seated
.
Pilar
sat
at
the
table
opposite
Robert
Jordan
.
"
Now
,
Inglés
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
have
seen
how
he
is
.
"
