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"
Not
me
,
"
Pilar
told
him
.
"
You
asked
another
,
not
me
.
I
have
seen
no
always
in
any
of
that
stuff
.
"
"
They
all
blew
,
"
Eladio
insisted
.
"
Speak
the
truth
,
woman
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
they
all
blew
?
"
Pilar
asked
him
.
"
It
was
Pablo
who
threw
them
.
You
killed
no
one
at
Otero
.
"
"
That
son
of
the
great
whore
,
"
Agustín
began
.
"
Leave
it
alone
,
"
Pilar
said
sharply
.
Then
she
went
on
.
"
They
are
all
much
the
same
,
Inglés
.
But
the
corrugated
ones
are
more
simple
.
"
I
’
d
better
use
one
of
each
on
each
set
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
But
the
serrated
type
will
lash
easier
and
more
securely
.
"
Are
you
going
to
be
throwing
bombs
,
Inglés
?
"
Agustín
asked
.
"
Why
not
?
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
But
crouched
there
,
sorting
out
the
grenades
,
what
he
was
thinking
was
:
it
is
impossible
.
How
I
could
have
deceived
myself
about
it
I
do
not
know
.
We
were
as
sunk
when
they
attacked
Sordo
as
Sordo
was
sunk
when
the
snow
stopped
.
It
is
that
you
can
’
t
accept
it
.
You
have
to
go
on
and
make
a
plan
that
you
know
is
impossible
to
carry
out
.
You
made
it
and
now
you
know
it
is
no
good
.
It
’
s
no
good
,
now
,
in
the
morning
.
You
can
take
either
of
the
posts
absolutely
O
.
K
.
with
what
you
’
ve
got
here
.
But
you
can
’
t
take
them
both
.
You
can
’
t
be
sure
of
it
,
I
mean
.
Don
’
t
deceive
yourself
.
Not
when
the
daylight
comes
.
Trying
to
take
them
both
will
never
work
.
Pablo
knew
that
all
the
time
.
