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"
At
thee
,
"
the
man
said
,
"
all
the
time
that
I
descended
the
bolt
.
And
when
thou
comest
to
the
camp
,
order
that
some
one
should
relieve
me
because
I
have
indescribable
and
unprintable
hunger
and
I
have
forgotten
the
password
.
"
"
How
art
thou
called
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
.
"
Agustín
,
"
the
man
said
.
"
I
am
called
Agustín
and
I
am
dying
with
boredom
in
this
spot
.
"
"
We
will
take
the
message
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
he
thought
how
the
word
aburmiento
which
means
boredom
in
Spanish
was
a
word
no
peasant
would
use
in
any
other
language
.
Yet
it
is
one
of
the
most
common
words
in
the
mouth
of
a
Spaniard
of
any
class
.
"
Listen
to
me
,
"
Agustín
said
,
and
coming
close
he
put
his
hand
on
Robert
Jordan
’
s
shoulder
.
Then
striking
a
flint
and
steel
together
he
held
it
up
and
blowing
on
the
end
of
the
cork
,
looked
at
the
young
man
’
s
face
in
its
glow
.
"
You
look
like
the
other
one
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
something
different
.
Listen
,
"
he
put
the
lighter
down
and
stood
holding
his
rifle
.
"
Tell
me
this
.
Is
it
true
about
the
bridge
?
"
"
What
about
the
bridge
?
"
"
That
we
blow
up
an
obscene
bridge
and
then
have
to
obscenely
well
obscenity
ourselves
off
out
of
these
mountains
?
"
"
I
know
not
.
"
"
You
know
not
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
What
a
barbarity
!
Whose
then
is
the
dynamite
?
"
