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But
in
the
night
he
woke
and
held
her
tight
as
though
she
were
all
of
life
and
it
was
being
taken
from
him
.
He
held
her
feeling
she
was
all
of
life
there
was
and
it
was
true
.
But
she
was
sleeping
well
and
soundly
and
she
did
not
wake
.
So
he
rolled
away
onto
his
side
and
pulled
the
robe
over
her
head
and
kissed
her
once
on
her
neck
under
the
robe
and
then
pulled
the
pistol
lanyard
up
and
put
the
pistol
by
his
side
where
he
could
reach
it
handily
and
then
he
lay
there
in
the
night
thinking
.
A
warm
wind
came
with
daylight
and
he
could
hear
the
snow
melting
in
the
trees
and
the
heavy
sound
of
its
falling
.
It
was
a
late
spring
morning
.
He
knew
with
the
first
breath
he
drew
that
the
snow
had
been
only
a
freak
storm
in
the
mountains
and
it
would
be
gone
by
noon
.
Then
he
heard
a
horse
coming
,
the
hoofs
balled
with
the
wet
snow
thumping
dully
as
the
horseman
trotted
.
He
heard
the
noise
of
a
carbine
scabbard
slapping
loosely
and
the
creak
of
leather
.
"
Maria
,
"
he
said
,
and
shook
the
girl
’
s
shoulder
to
waken
her
.
"
Keep
thyself
under
the
robe
,
"
and
he
buttoned
his
shirt
with
one
hand
and
held
the
automatic
pistol
in
the
other
,
loosening
the
safety
catch
with
his
thumb
.
He
saw
the
girl
’
s
cropped
head
disappear
with
a
jerk
under
the
robe
and
then
he
saw
the
horseman
coming
through
the
trees
.
He
crouched
now
in
the
robe
and
holding
the
pistol
in
both
hands
aimed
it
at
the
man
as
he
rode
toward
him
.
He
had
never
seen
this
man
before
.
The
horseman
was
almost
opposite
him
now
.
He
was
riding
a
big
gray
gelding
and
he
wore
a
khaki
beret
,
a
blanket
cape
like
a
poncho
,
and
heavy
black
boots
.
From
the
scabbard
on
the
right
of
his
saddle
projected
the
stock
and
the
long
oblong
clip
of
a
short
automatic
rifle
.
He
had
a
young
,
hard
face
and
at
this
moment
he
saw
Robert
Jordan
.
He
reached
his
hand
down
toward
the
scabbard
and
as
he
swung
low
,
turning
and
jerking
at
the
scabbard
,
Robert
Jordan
saw
the
scarlet
of
the
formalized
device
he
wore
on
the
left
breast
of
his
khaki
blanket
cape
.
Aiming
at
the
center
of
his
chest
,
a
little
lower
than
the
device
,
Robert
Jordan
fired
.
The
pistol
roared
in
the
snowy
woods
.
The
horse
plunged
as
though
he
had
been
spurred
and
the
young
man
,
still
tugging
at
the
scabbard
,
slid
over
toward
the
ground
,
his
right
foot
caught
in
the
stirrup
.
The
horse
broke
off
through
the
trees
dragging
him
,
bumping
,
face
downward
,
and
Robert
Jordan
stood
up
holding
the
pistol
now
in
one
hand
.
The
big
gray
horse
was
galloping
through
the
pines
.
There
was
a
broad
swath
in
the
snow
where
the
man
dragged
with
a
scarlet
streak
along
one
side
of
it
.
People
were
coming
out
of
the
mouth
of
the
cave
.
Robert
Jordan
reached
down
and
unrolled
his
trousers
from
the
pillow
and
began
to
put
them
on
.
"
Get
thee
dressed
,
"
he
said
to
Maria
.
