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"
Buenos
y
bobos
.
Good
ones
and
stupids
.
Ready
to
die
and
all
.
A
tu
gusto
.
According
to
thy
taste
.
The
way
you
like
them
.
"
Pablo
looked
Pilar
in
the
eyes
again
and
this
time
he
did
not
look
away
.
He
kept
on
looking
at
her
squarely
with
his
small
,
red
-
rimmed
pig
eyes
.
"
Thou
,
"
she
said
and
her
husky
voice
was
fond
again
.
"
Thou
.
I
suppose
if
a
man
has
something
once
,
always
something
of
it
remains
.
"
"
Listo
,
"
Pablo
said
,
looking
at
her
squarely
and
flatly
now
.
"
I
am
ready
for
what
the
day
brings
.
"
"
I
believe
thou
art
back
,
"
Pilar
said
to
him
.
"
I
believe
it
.
But
,
hombre
,
thou
wert
a
long
way
gone
.
"
"
Lend
me
another
swallow
from
thy
bottle
,
"
Pablo
said
to
Robert
Jordan
.
"
And
then
let
us
be
going
.
"
In
the
dark
they
came
up
the
hill
through
the
timber
to
the
narrow
pass
at
the
top
.
They
were
all
loaded
heavily
and
they
climbed
slowly
.
The
horses
had
loads
too
,
packed
over
the
saddles
.
"
We
can
cut
them
loose
if
it
is
necessary
,
"
Pilar
had
said
.
"
But
with
that
,
if
we
can
keep
it
,
we
can
make
another
camp
.
"
"
And
the
rest
of
the
ammunition
?
"
Robert
Jordan
had
asked
as
they
lashed
the
packs
.
"
In
those
saddlebags
.
"
