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"
By
what
?
"
Agustín
asked
.
"
By
my
entry
.
"
"
Thinkest
thou
that
thy
entry
carries
importance
?
"
He
’
s
working
himself
up
to
it
,
maybe
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
Maybe
Agustín
is
going
to
do
it
.
He
certainly
hates
him
enough
.
I
don
’
t
hate
him
,
he
thought
.
No
,
I
don
’
t
hate
him
.
He
is
disgusting
but
I
do
not
hate
him
.
Though
that
blinding
business
puts
him
in
a
special
class
.
Still
this
is
their
war
.
But
he
is
certainly
nothing
to
have
around
for
the
next
two
days
.
I
am
going
to
keep
away
out
of
it
,
he
thought
.
I
made
a
fool
of
myself
with
him
once
tonight
and
I
am
perfectly
willing
to
liquidate
him
.
But
I
am
not
going
to
fool
with
him
beforehand
.
And
there
are
not
going
to
be
any
shooting
matches
or
monkey
business
in
here
with
that
dynamite
around
either
.
Pablo
thought
of
that
,
of
course
.
And
did
you
think
of
it
,
he
said
to
himself
?
No
,
you
did
not
and
neither
did
Agustín
.
You
deserve
whatever
happens
to
you
,
he
thought
.
"
Agustín
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
?
"
Agustín
looked
up
sullenly
and
turned
his
head
away
from
Pablo
.
"
I
wish
to
speak
to
thee
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Later
.
"
"
Now
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Por
favor
.
"
Robert
Jordan
had
walked
to
the
opening
of
the
cave
and
Pablo
followed
him
with
his
eyes
.
Agustín
,
tall
and
sunken
cheeked
,
stood
up
and
came
over
to
him
.
He
moved
reluctantly
and
contemptuously
.
