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"
Why
would
I
not
?
"
said
Pablo
.
"
Talk
now
fast
,
Inglés
.
There
is
no
time
.
"
Pablo
went
over
to
the
nearest
tree
and
watched
down
the
slope
,
across
the
slope
and
up
the
road
across
the
gorge
.
Pablo
was
looking
at
the
gray
horse
on
the
slope
with
true
regret
on
his
face
and
Pilar
and
Maria
were
with
Robert
Jordan
where
he
sat
against
the
tree
trunk
.
"
Slit
the
trouser
,
will
thee
?
"
he
said
to
Pilar
.
Maria
crouched
by
him
and
did
not
speak
.
The
sun
was
on
her
hair
and
her
face
was
twisted
as
a
child
’
s
contorts
before
it
cries
.
But
she
was
not
crying
.
Pilar
took
her
knife
and
slit
his
trouser
leg
down
below
the
left
-
hand
pocket
.
Robert
Jordan
spread
the
cloth
with
his
hands
and
looked
at
the
stretch
of
his
thigh
.
Ten
inches
below
the
hip
joint
there
was
a
pointed
,
purple
swelling
like
a
sharp
-
peaked
little
tent
and
as
he
touched
it
with
his
fingers
he
could
feel
the
snapped
-
off
thigh
bone
tight
against
the
skin
.
His
leg
was
lying
at
an
odd
angle
.
He
looked
up
at
Pilar
.
Her
face
had
the
same
expression
as
Maria
’
s
.
"
Anda
,
"
he
said
to
her
.
"
Go
.
"
She
went
away
with
her
head
down
without
saying
anything
nor
looking
back
and
Robert
Jordan
could
see
her
shoulders
shaking
.
"
Guapa
,
"
he
said
to
Maria
and
took
hold
of
her
two
hands
.
"
Listen
.
We
will
not
be
going
to
Madrid
—
—
"
Then
she
started
to
cry
.
"
No
,
guapa
,
don
’
t
,
"
he
said
.
"
Listen
.
We
will
not
go
to
Madrid
now
but
I
go
always
with
thee
wherever
thou
goest
.
Understand
?
"
