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"
You
would
not
expect
him
actually
to
perform
those
degrading
acts
?
"
"
No
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Go
to
bed
,
will
you
?
"
"
But
,
Pilar
—
"
Fernando
went
on
.
"
Shut
up
,
will
you
?
"
Pilar
said
to
him
suddenly
and
viciously
.
"
Do
not
make
a
fool
of
thyself
and
I
will
try
not
to
make
a
fool
of
myself
talking
with
people
who
cannot
understand
what
one
speaks
of
.
"
"
I
confess
I
do
not
understand
,
"
Fernando
began
.
"
Don
’
t
confess
and
don
’
t
try
to
understand
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Is
it
still
snowing
outside
?
"
Robert
Jordan
went
to
the
mouth
of
the
cave
,
lifted
the
blanket
and
looked
out
.
It
was
clear
and
cold
in
the
night
outside
and
no
snow
was
falling
.
He
looked
through
the
tree
trunks
where
the
whiteness
lay
and
up
through
the
trees
to
where
the
sky
was
now
clear
The
air
came
into
his
lungs
sharp
and
cold
as
he
breathed
.
El
Sordo
will
leave
plenty
of
tracks
if
he
has
stolen
horses
tonight
,
he
thought
.
He
dropped
the
blanket
and
came
back
into
the
smoky
cave
.
"
It
is
clear
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
storm
is
over
.
"
