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"
Yes
.
But
would
it
be
better
not
to
talk
of
this
?
"
"
This
is
nothing
.
I
will
not
talk
of
that
which
is
bad
.
So
he
had
cut
both
braids
close
to
my
head
with
a
razor
and
the
others
laughed
and
I
did
not
even
feel
the
cut
on
my
ear
and
then
he
stood
in
front
of
me
and
struck
me
across
the
face
with
the
braids
while
the
other
two
held
me
and
he
said
,
‘
This
is
how
we
make
Red
nuns
.
This
will
show
thee
how
to
unite
with
thy
proletarian
brothers
.
Bride
of
the
Red
Christ
!
’
"
And
he
struck
me
again
and
again
across
the
face
with
the
braids
which
had
been
mine
and
then
he
put
the
two
of
them
in
my
mouth
and
tied
them
tight
around
my
neck
,
knotting
them
in
the
back
to
make
a
gag
and
the
two
holding
me
laughed
.
"
And
all
of
them
who
saw
it
laughed
and
when
I
saw
them
laugh
in
the
mirror
I
commenced
to
cry
because
until
then
I
had
been
too
frozen
in
myself
from
the
shooting
to
be
able
to
cry
.
"
Then
the
one
who
had
gagged
me
ran
a
clippers
all
over
my
head
;
first
from
the
forehead
all
the
way
to
the
back
of
the
neck
and
then
across
the
top
and
then
all
over
my
head
and
close
behind
my
ears
and
they
held
me
so
I
could
see
into
the
glass
of
the
barber
’
s
mirror
all
the
time
that
they
did
this
and
I
could
not
believe
it
as
I
saw
it
done
and
I
cried
and
I
cried
but
I
could
not
look
away
from
the
horror
that
my
face
made
with
the
mouth
open
and
the
braids
tied
in
it
and
my
head
coming
naked
under
the
clippers
.
"
And
when
the
one
with
the
clippers
was
finished
he
took
a
bottle
of
iodine
from
the
shelf
of
the
barber
(
they
had
shot
the
barber
too
for
he
belonged
to
a
syndicate
,
and
he
lay
in
the
doorway
of
the
shop
and
they
had
lifted
me
over
him
as
they
brought
me
in
)
and
with
the
glass
wand
that
is
in
the
iodine
bottle
he
touched
me
on
the
ear
where
it
had
been
cut
and
the
small
pain
of
that
came
through
my
grief
and
through
my
horror
.
"
Then
he
stood
in
front
of
me
and
wrote
U
.
H
.
P
.
on
my
forehead
with
the
iodine
,
lettering
it
slowly
and
carefully
as
though
he
were
an
artist
and
I
saw
all
of
this
as
it
happened
in
the
mirror
and
I
no
longer
cried
for
my
heart
was
frozen
in
me
for
my
father
and
my
mother
and
what
happened
to
me
now
was
nothing
and
I
knew
it
.
"
Then
when
he
had
finished
the
lettering
,
the
Falangist
stepped
back
and
looked
at
me
to
examine
his
work
and
then
he
put
down
the
iodine
bottle
and
picked
up
the
clippers
and
said
,
‘
Next
,
’
and
they
took
me
out
of
the
barbershop
holding
me
tight
by
each
arm
and
I
stumbled
over
the
barber
lying
there
still
in
the
doorway
on
his
back
with
his
gray
face
up
,
and
we
nearly
collided
with
Concepción
Gracía
,
my
best
friend
,
that
two
of
them
were
bringing
in
and
when
she
saw
me
she
did
not
recognize
me
,
and
then
she
recognized
me
,
and
she
screamed
,
and
I
could
hear
her
screaming
all
the
time
they
were
shoving
me
across
the
square
,
and
into
the
doorway
,
and
up
the
stairs
of
the
city
hall
and
into
the
office
of
my
father
where
they
laid
me
onto
the
couch
.
And
it
was
there
that
the
bad
things
were
done
.
"
"
My
rabbit
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
held
her
as
close
and
as
gently
as
he
could
.
But
he
was
as
full
of
hate
as
any
man
could
be
.
"
Do
not
talk
more
about
it
.
Do
not
tell
me
any
more
for
I
cannot
bear
my
hatred
now
.
"
