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"
Thou
hast
forgotten
what
is
in
the
sacks
?
"
Robert
Jordan
said
to
him
,
speaking
so
low
that
it
could
not
be
heard
.
"
Milk
!
"
Agustín
said
.
"
One
becomes
accustomed
and
one
forgets
.
"
"
I
,
too
,
forgot
.
"
"
Milk
!
"
Agustín
said
.
"
Leche
!
What
fools
we
are
.
"
He
swung
back
loose
-
jointedly
to
the
table
and
sat
down
.
"
Have
a
drink
,
Pablo
,
old
boy
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
were
the
horses
?
"
"
Very
good
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
And
it
is
snowing
less
.
"
"
Do
you
think
it
will
stop
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
It
is
thinning
now
and
there
are
small
,
hard
pellets
.
The
wind
will
blow
but
the
snow
is
going
.
The
wind
has
changed
.
"
"
Do
you
think
it
will
clear
tomorrow
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
him
.
"
Yes
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
believe
it
will
be
cold
and
clear
.
This
wind
is
shifting
.
"
Look
at
him
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
Now
he
is
friendly
.
He
has
shifted
like
the
wind
.
He
has
the
face
and
the
body
of
a
pig
and
I
know
he
is
many
times
a
murderer
and
yet
he
has
the
sensitivity
of
a
good
aneroid
.
Yes
,
he
thought
,
and
the
pig
is
a
very
intelligent
animal
,
too
.
