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"
Nada
,
"
Pablo
said
,
wiping
his
mouth
again
.
"
Nothing
.
I
have
come
back
.
"
"
But
what
?
"
"
Nothing
.
I
had
a
moment
of
weakness
.
I
went
away
but
I
am
come
back
.
"
He
turned
to
Robert
Jordan
.
"
En
el
fondo
no
soy
cobarde
,
"
he
said
.
"
At
bottom
I
am
not
a
coward
.
"
But
you
are
very
many
other
things
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
Damned
if
you
’
re
not
.
But
I
’
m
glad
to
see
you
,
you
son
of
a
bitch
.
"
Five
was
all
I
could
get
from
Elias
and
Alejandro
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
have
ridden
since
I
left
here
.
Nine
of
you
could
never
have
done
it
.
Never
.
I
knew
that
last
night
when
the
Inglésexplained
it
.
Never
.
There
are
seven
men
and
a
corporal
at
the
lower
post
.
Suppose
there
is
an
alarm
or
that
they
fight
?
"
He
looked
at
Robert
Jordan
now
.
"
When
I
left
I
thought
you
would
know
that
it
was
impossible
and
would
give
it
up
.
Then
after
I
had
thrown
away
thy
material
I
saw
it
in
another
manner
.
"
"
I
am
glad
to
see
thee
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
walked
over
to
him
.
"
We
are
all
right
with
the
grenades
.
That
will
work
.
The
other
does
not
matter
now
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
do
nothing
for
thee
.
Thou
art
a
thing
of
bad
omen
.
All
of
this
comes
from
thee
.
Sordo
also
.
But
after
I
had
thrown
away
thy
material
I
found
myself
too
lonely
.
"
