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"
Nay
,
"
he
said
.
"
Get
some
sleep
,
woman
.
We
must
be
under
way
at
four
.
"
He
went
into
the
cave
with
her
and
brought
out
the
two
sacks
,
carrying
them
held
together
in
both
arms
so
that
nothing
could
spill
from
the
slits
.
"
Let
me
sew
them
up
.
"
"
Before
we
start
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
I
take
them
not
against
you
but
so
that
I
can
sleep
.
"
"
I
must
have
them
early
to
sew
them
.
"
"
You
shall
have
them
early
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
Get
some
sleep
,
woman
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
failed
thee
and
I
have
failed
the
Republic
.
"
"
Get
thee
some
sleep
,
woman
,
"
he
told
her
gently
.
"
Get
thee
some
sleep
.
"
The
fascists
held
the
crests
of
the
hills
here
.
Then
there
was
a
valley
that
no
one
held
except
for
a
fascist
post
in
a
farmhouse
with
its
out
-
buildings
and
its
barn
that
they
had
fortified
.
Andrés
,
on
his
way
to
Golz
with
the
message
from
Robert
Jordan
,
made
a
wide
circle
around
this
post
in
the
dark
.
He
knew
where
there
was
a
trip
wire
laid
that
fired
a
set
-
gun
and
he
located
it
in
the
dark
,
stepped
over
it
,
and
started
along
the
small
stream
bordered
with
poplars
whose
leaves
were
moving
with
the
night
wind
.
A
cock
crowed
at
the
farmhouse
that
was
the
fascist
post
and
as
he
walked
along
the
stream
he
looked
back
and
saw
,
through
the
trunks
of
the
poplars
,
a
light
showing
at
the
lower
edge
of
one
of
the
windows
of
the
farmhouse
.
The
night
was
quiet
and
clear
and
Andrés
left
the
stream
and
struck
across
the
meadow
.
There
were
four
haycocks
in
the
meadow
that
had
stood
there
ever
since
the
fighting
in
July
of
the
year
before
.
No
one
had
ever
carried
the
hay
away
and
the
four
seasons
that
had
passed
had
flattened
the
cocks
and
made
the
hay
worthless
.
