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Robert
Jordan
grinned
at
him
with
his
mouth
full
.
"
Like
the
rose
,
"
he
said
.
"
Mighty
like
the
rose
.
A
rose
is
a
rose
is
an
onion
.
"
"
Thy
onions
are
affecting
thy
brain
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
Take
care
.
"
"
An
onion
is
an
onion
is
an
onion
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
cheerily
and
,
he
thought
,
a
stone
is
a
stein
is
a
rock
is
a
boulder
is
a
pebble
.
"
Rinse
thy
mouth
with
wine
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
Thou
art
very
rare
,
Inglés
.
There
is
great
difference
between
thee
and
the
last
dynamiter
who
worked
with
us
.
"
"
There
is
one
great
difference
.
"
"
Tell
it
to
me
.
"
"
I
am
alive
and
he
is
dead
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
Then
:
what
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
he
thought
.
Is
that
the
way
to
talk
?
Does
food
make
you
that
slap
happy
?
What
are
you
,
drunk
on
onions
?
Is
that
all
it
means
to
you
,
now
?
It
never
meant
much
,
he
told
himself
truly
.
You
tried
to
make
it
mean
something
,
but
it
never
did
.
There
is
no
need
to
lie
in
the
time
that
is
left
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
seriously
now
.
"
That
one
was
a
man
who
had
suffered
greatly
.
"
"
And
thou
?
Hast
thou
not
suffered
?
"
