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"
I
,
too
.
"
"
Good
night
,
my
husband
.
"
"
Good
night
,
"
he
said
.
"
Good
night
,
wife
.
"
He
heard
her
breathing
steadily
and
regularly
now
and
he
knew
she
was
asleep
and
he
lay
awake
and
very
still
not
wanting
to
waken
her
by
moving
.
He
thought
of
all
the
part
she
had
not
told
him
and
he
lay
there
hating
and
he
was
pleased
there
would
be
killing
in
the
morning
.
But
I
must
not
take
any
of
it
personally
,
he
thought
.
Though
how
can
I
keep
from
it
?
I
know
that
we
did
dreadful
things
to
them
too
.
But
it
was
because
we
were
uneducated
and
knew
no
better
.
But
they
did
that
on
purpose
and
deliberately
.
Those
who
did
that
are
the
last
flowering
of
what
their
education
has
produced
.
Those
are
the
flowers
of
Spanish
chivalry
.
What
a
people
they
have
been
.
What
sons
of
bitches
from
Cortez
,
Pizarro
,
Menéndez
de
Avila
all
down
through
Enrique
Lister
to
Pablo
.
And
what
wonderful
people
.
There
is
no
finer
and
no
worse
people
in
the
world
.
No
kinder
people
and
no
crueler
.
And
who
understands
them
?
Not
me
,
because
if
I
did
I
would
forgive
it
all
.
To
understand
is
to
forgive
.
That
’
s
not
true
.
Forgiveness
has
been
exaggerated
.
Forgiveness
is
a
Christian
idea
and
Spain
has
never
been
a
Christian
country
.
It
has
always
had
its
own
special
idol
worship
within
the
Church
.
Otra
Virgen
más
.
I
suppose
that
was
why
they
had
to
destroy
the
virgins
of
their
enemies
.
Surely
it
was
deeper
with
them
,
with
the
Spanish
religion
fanatics
,
than
it
was
with
the
people
.
The
people
had
grown
away
from
the
Church
because
the
Church
was
in
the
government
and
the
government
had
always
been
rotten
.
This
was
the
only
country
that
the
reformation
never
reached
.
They
were
paying
for
the
Inquisition
now
,
all
right
.
Well
,
it
was
something
to
think
about
.
Something
to
keep
your
mind
from
worrying
about
your
work
.
It
was
sounder
than
pretending
.
God
,
he
had
done
a
lot
of
pretending
tonight
.
And
Pilar
had
been
pretending
all
day
.
Sure
.
What
if
they
were
killed
tomorrow
?
What
did
it
matter
as
long
as
they
did
the
bridge
properly
?
That
was
all
they
had
to
do
tomorrow
.
It
didn
’
t
.
You
couldn
’
t
do
these
things
indefinitely
.
But
you
weren
’
t
supposed
to
live
forever
.
Maybe
I
have
had
all
my
life
in
three
days
,
he
thought
.
If
that
’
s
true
I
wish
we
would
have
spent
the
last
night
differently
.
But
last
nights
are
never
any
good
.
Last
nothings
are
any
good
.
Yes
,
last
words
were
good
sometimes
.
"
Viva
my
husband
who
was
Mayor
of
this
town
"
was
good
.
He
knew
it
was
good
because
it
made
a
tingle
run
all
over
him
when
he
said
it
to
himself
He
leaned
over
and
kissed
Maria
who
did
not
wake
.
In
English
he
whispered
very
quietly
,
"
I
’
d
like
to
marry
you
,
rabbit
.
I
’
m
very
proud
of
your
family
.
"
