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"
No
,
Roberto
,
"
the
girl
said
and
put
her
hand
on
his
hand
that
still
held
the
pencil
.
"
Have
you
finished
?
"
"
Yes
.
Now
it
is
all
written
out
and
ordered
.
"
"
What
have
you
been
doing
,
Inglés
?
"
Pablo
asked
from
across
the
table
.
His
eyes
were
bleary
again
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
at
him
closely
.
Stay
off
that
wheel
,
he
said
to
himself
.
Don
’
t
step
on
that
wheel
.
I
think
it
is
going
to
start
to
swing
again
.
"
Working
on
the
problem
of
the
bridge
,
"
he
said
civilly
.
"
How
is
it
?
"
asked
Pablo
.
"
Very
good
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
All
very
good
.
"
"
I
have
been
working
on
the
problem
of
the
retreat
,
"
Pablo
said
and
Robert
Jordan
looked
at
his
drunken
pig
eyes
and
at
the
wine
bowl
.
The
wine
bowl
was
nearly
empty
.
Keep
off
the
wheel
,
he
told
himself
.
He
is
drinking
again
.
Sure
.
But
don
’
t
you
get
on
that
wheel
now
.
Wasn
’
t
Grant
supposed
to
be
drunk
a
good
part
of
the
time
during
the
Civil
War
?
Certainly
he
was
.
I
’
ll
bet
Grant
would
be
furious
at
the
comparison
if
he
could
see
Pablo
.
Grant
was
a
cigar
smoker
,
too
.
Well
,
he
would
have
to
see
about
getting
Pablo
a
cigar
.
That
was
what
that
face
really
needed
to
complete
it
;
a
half
chewed
cigar
.
Where
could
he
get
Pablo
a
cigar
?
