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"
And
then
what
?
What
happens
after
you
take
them
from
behind
?
"
"
We
join
with
Sordo
.
"
"
To
die
there
?
Look
at
the
sun
.
The
day
is
long
.
"
The
sky
was
high
and
cloudless
and
the
sun
was
hot
on
their
backs
.
There
were
big
bare
patches
now
on
the
southern
slope
of
the
open
glade
below
them
and
the
snow
was
all
dropped
from
the
pine
trees
.
The
boulders
below
them
that
had
been
wet
as
the
snow
melted
were
steaming
faintly
now
in
the
hot
sun
.
"
You
have
to
stand
it
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Hay
que
aguantarse
.
There
are
things
like
this
in
a
war
.
"
"
But
there
is
nothing
we
can
do
?
Truly
?
"
Primitivo
looked
at
him
and
Robert
Jordan
knew
he
trusted
him
.
"
Thou
couldst
not
send
me
and
another
with
the
small
machine
gun
?
"
"
It
would
be
useless
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
thought
he
saw
something
that
he
was
looking
for
but
it
was
a
hawk
that
slid
down
into
the
wind
and
then
rose
above
the
line
of
the
farthest
pine
woods
.
"
It
would
be
useless
if
we
all
went
,
"
he
said
.
Just
then
the
firing
doubled
in
intensity
and
in
it
was
the
heavy
bumping
of
the
hand
grenades
.
"
Oh
,
obscenity
them
,
"
Primitivo
said
with
an
absolute
devoutness
of
blasphemy
,
tears
in
his
eyes
and
his
cheeks
twitching
.
"
Oh
,
God
and
the
Virgin
,
obscenity
them
in
the
milk
of
their
filth
.
"
