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"
Thou
.
"
"
Leave
it
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
There
is
no
one
who
cannot
be
hurt
.
What
I
was
saying
is
that
age
brings
its
own
form
of
ugliness
to
all
.
There
is
no
need
to
detail
it
.
But
if
the
Inglés
must
learn
that
odor
that
he
covets
to
recognize
he
must
go
to
the
matadero
early
in
the
morning
.
"
"
I
will
go
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
But
I
will
get
the
odor
as
they
pass
without
kissing
one
.
I
fear
the
sprouts
,
too
,
as
Rafael
does
.
"
"
Kiss
one
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Kiss
one
,
Inglés
,
for
thy
knowledge
’
s
sake
and
then
,
with
this
in
thy
nostrils
,
walk
back
up
into
the
city
and
when
thou
seest
a
refuse
pail
with
dead
flowers
in
it
plunge
thy
nose
deep
into
it
and
inhale
so
that
scent
mixes
with
those
thou
hast
already
in
thy
nasal
passages
.
"
"
Now
have
I
done
it
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
What
flowers
were
they
?
"
"
Chrysanthemums
.
"
"
Continue
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
I
smell
them
.
"
"
Then
,
"
Pilar
went
on
,
"
it
is
important
that
the
day
be
in
autumn
with
rain
,
or
at
least
some
fog
,
or
early
winter
even
and
now
thou
shouldst
continue
to
walk
through
the
city
and
down
the
Calle
de
Salud
smelling
what
thou
wilt
smell
where
they
are
sweeping
out
the
casas
de
putas
and
emptying
the
slop
jars
into
the
drains
and
,
with
this
odor
of
love
’
s
labor
lost
mixed
sweetly
with
soapy
water
and
cigarette
butts
only
faintly
reaching
thy
nostrils
,
thou
shouldst
go
on
to
the
Jardín
Botánico
where
at
night
those
girls
who
can
no
longer
work
in
the
houses
do
their
work
against
the
iron
gates
of
the
park
and
the
iron
picketed
fences
and
upon
the
sidewalks
.
It
is
there
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
against
the
iron
railings
that
they
will
perform
all
that
a
man
wishes
;
from
the
simplest
requests
at
a
remuneration
of
ten
centimos
up
to
a
peseta
for
that
great
act
that
we
are
born
to
and
there
,
on
a
dead
flower
bed
that
has
not
yet
been
plucked
out
and
replanted
,
and
so
serves
to
soften
the
earth
that
is
so
much
softer
than
the
sidewalk
,
thou
wilt
find
an
abandoned
gunny
sack
with
the
odor
of
the
wet
earth
,
the
dead
flowers
,
and
the
doings
of
that
night
.
In
this
sack
will
be
contained
the
essence
of
it
all
,
both
the
dead
earth
and
the
dead
stalks
of
the
flowers
and
their
rotted
blooms
and
the
smell
that
is
both
the
death
and
birth
of
man
.
Thou
wilt
wrap
this
sack
around
thy
head
and
try
to
breathe
through
it
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Pilar
said
.
