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"
There
is
one
at
the
camp
now
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
He
came
for
breakfast
.
"
"
I
thought
I
heard
a
shot
or
something
like
one
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
I
obscenity
in
the
milk
!
Did
he
come
through
here
?
"
"
Here
.
Thy
post
.
"
"
Ay
,
mi
madre
!
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
I
am
a
poor
,
unlucky
man
.
"
"
If
thou
wert
not
a
gypsy
,
I
would
shoot
thee
.
"
"
No
,
Roberto
.
Don
’
t
say
that
.
I
am
sorry
.
It
was
the
hares
.
Before
daylight
I
heard
the
male
thumping
in
the
snow
.
You
cannot
imagine
what
a
debauch
they
were
engaged
in
.
I
went
toward
the
noise
but
they
were
gone
.
I
followed
the
tracks
in
the
snow
and
high
up
I
found
them
together
and
slew
them
both
.
Feel
the
fatness
of
the
two
for
this
time
of
year
.
Think
what
the
Pilar
will
do
with
those
two
.
I
am
sorry
,
Roberto
,
as
sorry
as
thee
.
Was
the
cavalryman
killed
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
By
thee
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
