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"
What
are
those
you
were
reading
?
"
Primitivo
asked
him
.
"
The
documentation
and
the
letters
of
that
requeté
we
shot
this
morning
.
Do
you
want
to
see
it
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
read
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
"
Was
there
anything
interesting
?
"
"
No
,
"
Robert
Jordan
told
him
.
"
They
are
personal
letters
.
"
"
How
are
things
going
where
he
came
from
?
Can
you
tell
from
the
letters
?
"
"
They
seem
to
be
going
all
right
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
There
are
many
losses
in
his
town
.
"
He
looked
down
to
where
the
blind
for
the
automatic
rifle
had
been
changed
a
little
and
improved
after
the
snow
melted
.
It
looked
convincing
enough
.
He
looked
off
across
the
country
.
"
From
what
town
is
he
?
"
Primitivo
asked
.
"
Tafalla
,
"
Robert
Jordan
told
him
.
All
right
,
he
said
to
himself
.
I
’
m
sorry
,
if
that
does
any
good
.
It
doesn
’
t
,
he
said
to
himself
.
