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"
I
don
’
t
need
a
political
commissar
,
"
Robert
Jordan
told
her
.
She
smiled
at
him
again
,
smiling
fairly
and
truly
with
the
harsh
lips
and
the
wide
mouth
,
and
said
,
"
I
care
for
thee
very
much
,
Inglés
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
that
now
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ni
tu
,
ni
Dios
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Pilar
said
in
that
husky
whisper
.
"
I
know
.
I
only
wished
to
tell
thee
.
And
do
not
worry
.
We
will
do
all
very
well
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
the
very
thinnest
edge
of
the
skin
in
front
of
his
face
smiled
.
"
Of
course
we
will
.
All
will
be
well
.
"
"
When
do
we
go
?
"
Pilar
asked
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Any
time
,
"
he
said
.
He
handed
one
of
the
packs
to
Anselmo
.
"
How
are
you
doing
,
old
one
?
"
he
asked
.
