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"
Qué
tio
!
"
the
gypsy
said
in
open
flattery
.
"
Thou
art
a
veritable
phenomenon
.
"
"
Thy
mother
!
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
could
not
help
grinning
at
the
gypsy
.
"
Take
thy
hares
to
camp
and
bring
us
up
some
breakfast
.
"
He
put
a
hand
out
and
felt
of
the
hares
that
lay
limp
,
long
,
heavy
,
thick
-
furred
,
big
-
footed
and
long
-
eared
in
the
snow
,
their
round
dark
eyes
open
.
"
They
are
fat
,
"
he
said
.
"
Fat
!
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
There
’
s
a
tub
of
lard
on
the
ribs
of
each
one
.
In
my
life
have
I
never
dreamed
of
such
hares
.
"
"
Go
then
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
,
"
and
come
quickly
with
the
breakfast
and
bring
to
me
the
documentation
of
that
requeté
.
Ask
Pilar
for
it
.
"
"
You
are
not
angry
with
me
,
Roberto
?
"
"
Not
angry
.
Disgusted
that
you
should
leave
your
post
.
Suppose
it
had
been
a
troop
of
cavalry
?
"
"
Rediós
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
How
reasonable
you
are
.
"
"
Listen
to
me
.
You
cannot
leave
a
post
again
like
that
.
Never
.
