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"
I
do
not
hold
this
of
the
bridge
against
thee
,
Inglés
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
see
a
successful
termination
for
it
.
"
"
What
are
you
two
doing
?
Becoming
maricones
?
"
Pilar
said
suddenly
beside
them
in
the
dark
.
"
That
is
all
thou
hast
lacked
,
"
she
said
to
Pablo
.
"
Get
along
,
Inglés
,
and
cut
thy
good
-
bys
short
before
this
one
steals
the
rest
of
thy
explosive
.
"
"
Thou
dost
not
understand
me
,
woman
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
The
Inglés
and
I
understand
one
another
.
"
"
Nobody
understands
thee
.
Neither
God
nor
thy
mother
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Nor
I
either
.
Get
along
,
Inglés
.
Make
thy
good
-
bys
with
thy
cropped
head
and
go
.
Me
cago
en
tu
padre
,
but
I
begin
to
think
thou
art
afraid
to
see
the
bull
come
out
.
"
"
Thy
mother
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Thou
never
hadst
one
,
"
Pilar
whispered
cheerfully
.
"
Now
go
,
because
I
have
a
great
desire
to
start
this
and
get
it
over
with
.
Go
with
thy
people
,
"
she
said
to
Pablo
.
"
Who
knows
how
long
their
stern
resolution
is
good
for
?
Thou
hast
a
couple
that
I
would
not
trade
thee
for
.
Take
them
and
go
.
"
Robert
Jordan
slung
his
pack
on
his
back
and
walked
over
to
the
horses
to
find
Maria
.
"
Good
-
by
,
guapa
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
will
see
thee
soon
.
"
He
had
an
unreal
feeling
about
all
of
this
now
as
though
he
had
said
it
all
before
or
as
though
it
were
a
train
that
were
going
,
especially
as
though
it
were
a
train
and
he
was
standing
on
the
platform
of
a
railway
station
.
"
Good
-
by
,
Roberto
,
"
she
said
.
"
Take
much
care
.
"
