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Pablo
looked
from
the
wine
bowl
to
Anselmo
’
s
face
as
he
drank
and
then
he
looked
back
at
the
wine
bowl
.
As
Anselmo
swallowed
the
whiskey
he
felt
a
burning
in
his
nose
,
his
eyes
and
his
mouth
,
and
then
a
happy
,
comforting
warmth
in
his
stomach
.
He
wiped
his
mouth
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
Then
he
looked
at
Robert
Jordan
and
said
,
"
Can
I
have
another
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
poured
another
drink
from
the
bottle
and
handed
it
this
time
instead
of
pushing
it
.
This
time
there
was
not
the
burning
when
he
swallowed
but
the
warm
comfort
doubled
.
It
was
as
good
a
thing
for
his
spirit
as
a
saline
injection
is
for
a
man
who
has
suffered
a
great
hemorrhage
.
The
old
man
looked
toward
the
bottle
again
.
"
The
rest
is
for
tomorrow
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
What
passed
on
the
road
,
old
one
?
"
"
There
was
much
movement
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
I
have
it
all
noted
down
as
you
showed
me
.
I
have
one
watching
for
me
and
noting
now
.
Later
I
will
go
for
her
report
.
"
"
Did
you
see
anti
-
tank
guns
?
Those
on
rubber
tires
with
the
long
barrels
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
There
were
four
camions
which
passed
on
the
road
.
In
each
of
them
there
was
such
a
gun
with
pine
branches
spread
across
the
barrels
.
In
the
trucks
rode
six
men
with
each
gun
.
"
