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"
Nay
.
Take
it
.
"
Robert
Jordan
took
it
and
laid
it
on
his
lap
while
he
got
the
onion
out
of
his
side
jacket
pocket
where
the
grenades
were
and
opened
his
knife
to
slice
it
.
He
cut
off
a
thin
sliver
of
the
surface
that
had
dirtied
in
his
pocket
,
then
cut
a
thick
slice
.
An
outer
segment
fell
and
he
picked
it
up
and
bent
the
circle
together
and
put
it
into
the
sandwich
.
"
Eatest
thou
always
onions
for
breakfast
?
"
Agustín
asked
.
"
When
there
are
any
.
"
"
Do
all
in
thy
country
do
this
?
"
"
Nay
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
It
is
looked
on
badly
there
.
"
"
I
am
glad
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
I
had
always
considered
America
a
civilized
country
.
"
"
What
hast
thou
against
the
onion
?
"
"
The
odor
.
Nothing
more
.
Otherwise
it
is
like
the
rose
.
"
