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The
tall
,
heavy
old
man
looked
at
Gomez
with
his
outthrust
head
and
considered
him
carefully
with
his
watery
eyes
.
Even
here
at
the
front
in
the
light
of
a
bare
electric
bulb
,
he
having
just
come
in
from
driving
in
an
open
car
on
a
brisk
night
,
his
gray
face
had
a
look
of
decay
.
His
face
looked
as
though
it
were
modelled
from
the
waste
material
you
find
under
the
claws
of
a
very
old
lion
.
"
You
have
what
,
Comrade
?
"
he
asked
Gomez
,
speaking
Spanish
with
a
strong
Catalan
accent
.
His
eyes
glanced
sideways
at
Andrés
,
slid
over
him
,
and
went
back
to
Gomez
.
"
A
dispatch
for
General
Golz
to
be
delivered
at
his
headquarters
,
Comrade
Marty
.
"
"
Where
is
it
from
,
Comrade
?
"
"
From
behind
the
fascist
lines
,
"
Gomez
said
.
André
Marty
extended
his
hand
for
the
dispatch
and
the
other
papers
.
He
glanced
at
them
and
put
them
in
his
pocket
.
"
Arrest
them
both
,
"
he
said
to
the
corporal
of
the
guard
.
"
Have
them
searched
and
bring
them
to
me
when
I
send
for
them
.
"
With
the
dispatch
in
his
pocket
he
strode
on
into
the
interior
of
the
big
stone
house
.
Outside
in
the
guard
room
Gomez
and
Andrés
were
being
searched
by
the
guard
.
