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"
Have
they
always
exploded
?
"
Robert
Jordan
held
the
gray
-
painted
grenade
in
his
hand
,
trying
the
bend
of
the
cotter
pin
with
his
thumbnail
.
"
Always
,
"
Eladio
said
.
"
There
was
not
a
dud
in
any
of
that
lot
we
used
.
"
"
And
how
quickly
?
"
"
In
the
distance
one
can
throw
it
.
Quickly
.
Quickly
enough
.
"
"
And
these
?
"
He
held
up
a
soup
-
tin
-
shaped
bomb
,
with
a
tape
wrapping
around
a
wire
loop
.
"
They
are
a
garbage
,
"
Eladio
told
him
.
"
They
blow
.
Yes
.
But
it
is
all
flash
and
no
fragments
.
"
"
But
do
they
always
blow
?
"
"
Qué
va
,
always
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
There
is
no
always
either
with
our
munitions
or
theirs
.
"
"
But
you
said
the
other
always
blew
.
"
