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"
Then
there
is
no
problem
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
I
can
do
anything
that
I
am
ordered
.
"
"
For
us
will
be
the
bridge
and
the
battle
,
should
there
be
one
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
saying
it
in
the
dark
,
he
felt
a
little
theatrical
but
it
sounded
well
in
Spanish
.
"
It
should
be
of
the
highest
interest
,
"
Anselmo
said
and
hearing
him
say
it
honestly
and
clearly
and
with
no
pose
,
neither
the
English
pose
of
understatement
nor
any
Latin
bravado
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
he
was
very
lucky
to
have
this
old
man
and
having
seen
the
bridge
and
worked
out
and
simplified
the
problem
it
would
have
been
to
surprise
the
posts
and
blow
it
in
a
normal
way
,
he
resented
Golz
’
s
orders
,
and
the
necessity
for
them
.
He
resented
them
for
what
they
could
do
to
him
and
for
what
they
could
do
to
this
old
man
.
They
were
bad
orders
all
right
for
those
who
would
have
to
carry
them
out
.
And
that
is
not
the
way
to
think
,
he
told
himself
,
and
there
is
not
you
,
and
there
are
no
people
that
things
must
not
happen
to
.
Neither
you
nor
this
old
man
is
anything
.
You
are
instruments
to
do
your
duty
.
There
are
necessary
orders
that
are
no
fault
of
yours
and
there
is
a
bridge
and
that
bridge
can
be
the
point
on
which
the
future
of
the
human
race
can
turn
.
As
it
can
turn
on
everything
that
happens
in
this
war
.
You
have
only
one
thing
to
do
and
you
must
do
it
.
Only
one
thing
,
hell
,
he
thought
.
If
it
were
one
thing
it
was
easy
.
Stop
worrying
,
you
windy
bastard
,
he
said
to
himself
.
Think
about
something
else
.
So
he
thought
about
the
girl
Maria
,
with
her
skin
,
the
hair
and
the
eyes
all
the
same
golden
tawny
brown
,
the
hair
a
little
darker
than
the
rest
but
it
would
be
lighter
as
her
skin
tanned
deeper
,
the
smooth
skin
,
pale
gold
on
the
surface
with
a
darkness
underneath
.
Smooth
it
would
be
,
all
of
her
body
smooth
,
and
she
moved
awkwardly
as
though
there
were
something
of
her
and
about
her
that
embarrassed
her
as
though
it
were
visible
,
though
it
was
not
,
but
only
in
her
mind
.
And
she
blushed
when
he
looked
at
her
,
and
she
sitting
,
her
hands
clasped
around
her
knees
and
the
shirt
open
at
the
throat
,
the
cup
of
her
breasts
uptilted
against
the
shirt
,
and
as
he
thought
of
her
,
his
throat
was
choky
and
there
was
a
difficulty
in
walking
and
he
and
Anselmo
spoke
no
more
until
the
old
man
said
,
"
Now
we
go
down
through
these
rocks
and
to
the
camp
.
"
As
they
came
through
the
rocks
in
the
dark
,
a
man
spoke
to
them
,
"
Halt
.
Who
goes
?
"
They
heard
a
rifle
bolt
snick
as
it
was
drawn
back
and
then
the
knock
against
the
wood
as
it
was
pushed
forward
and
down
on
the
stock
.
"
Comrades
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
What
comrades
?
"
"
Comrades
of
Pablo
,
"
the
old
man
told
him
.
"
Dost
thou
not
know
us
?
"
