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The
anger
and
the
emptiness
and
the
hate
that
had
come
with
the
let
-
down
after
the
bridge
,
when
he
had
looked
up
from
where
he
had
lain
and
crouching
,
seen
Anselmo
dead
,
were
still
all
through
him
.
In
him
,
too
,
was
despair
from
the
sorrow
that
soldiers
turn
to
hatred
in
order
that
they
may
continue
to
be
soldiers
.
Now
it
was
over
he
was
lonely
,
detached
and
unelated
and
he
hated
every
one
he
saw
.
"
If
there
had
been
no
snow
—
"
Pilar
said
.
And
then
,
not
suddenly
,
as
a
physical
release
could
have
been
(
if
the
woman
would
have
put
her
arm
around
him
,
say
)
but
slowly
and
from
his
head
he
began
to
accept
it
and
let
the
hate
go
out
.
Sure
,
the
snow
.
That
had
done
it
.
The
snow
.
Done
it
to
others
.
Once
you
saw
it
again
as
it
was
to
others
,
once
you
got
rid
of
your
own
self
,
the
always
ridding
of
self
that
you
had
to
do
in
war
.
Where
there
could
be
no
self
.
Where
yourself
is
only
to
be
lost
.
Then
,
from
his
losing
of
it
,
he
heard
Pilar
say
,
"
Sordo
—
—
"
"
What
?
"
he
said
.
"
Sordo
—
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
grinned
at
her
,
a
cracked
,
stiff
,
too
-
tightened
-
facial
-
tendoned
grin
.
"
Forget
it
.
I
was
wrong
.
I
am
sorry
,
woman
.
Let
us
do
this
well
and
all
together
.
And
the
bridge
is
blown
,
as
thou
sayest
.
"
"
Yes
.
Thou
must
think
of
things
in
their
place
.
"
"
Then
I
go
now
to
Agustín
.
Put
thy
gypsy
much
farther
down
so
that
he
can
see
well
up
the
road
.
Give
those
guns
to
Primitivo
and
take
this
máquina
.
Let
me
show
thee
.
"
"
Keep
the
máquina
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
We
will
not
be
here
any
time
.
Pablo
should
come
now
and
we
will
be
going
.
"
"
Rafael
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
,
"
come
down
here
with
me
.
Here
.
Good
.
See
those
coming
out
of
the
culvert
.
There
,
above
the
truck
?
Coming
toward
the
truck
?
Hit
me
one
of
those
.
Sit
.
Take
it
easy
.
"
The
gypsy
aimed
carefully
and
fired
and
as
he
jerked
the
bolt
back
and
ejected
the
shell
Robert
Jordan
said
,
"
Over
.
You
threw
against
the
rock
above
.
See
the
rock
dust
?
Lower
,
by
two
feet
.
Now
,
careful
.
They
’
re
running
.
Good
.
Sigue
tirando
.
"
