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"
How
does
it
go
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
politely
.
"
Very
well
,
"
Pablo
said
and
nodded
his
head
heavily
and
judiciously
.
"
Muy
bien
.
"
"
You
’
ve
thought
up
something
?
"
Agustín
asked
from
where
they
were
playing
cards
.
"
Yes
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Various
things
.
"
"
Where
did
you
find
them
?
In
that
bowl
?
"
Agustín
demanded
.
"
Perhaps
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Who
knows
?
Maria
,
fill
the
bowl
,
will
you
,
please
?
"
"
In
the
wineskin
itself
there
should
be
some
fine
ideas
,
"
Agustín
turned
back
to
the
card
game
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
crawl
in
and
look
for
them
inside
the
skin
?
"
"
Nay
,
"
said
Pablo
equably
.
"
I
search
for
them
in
the
bowl
.
"
He
is
not
getting
on
the
wheel
either
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
It
must
be
revolving
by
itself
.
I
suppose
you
cannot
ride
that
wheel
too
long
.
That
is
probably
quite
a
deadly
wheel
.
I
’
m
glad
we
are
off
of
it
.
It
was
making
me
dizzy
there
a
couple
of
times
.
But
it
is
the
thing
that
drunkards
and
those
who
are
truly
mean
or
cruel
ride
until
they
die
.
It
goes
around
and
up
and
the
swing
is
never
quite
the
same
and
then
it
comes
around
down
.
Let
it
swing
,
he
thought
.
They
will
not
get
me
onto
it
again
.
No
sir
,
General
Grant
,
I
am
off
that
wheel
.
