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"
Mine
.
"
"
And
knowest
thou
not
what
it
is
for
?
Don
’
t
tell
me
tales
.
"
"
I
know
what
it
is
for
and
so
will
you
in
time
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
But
now
we
go
to
the
camp
.
"
"
Go
to
the
unprintable
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
And
unprint
thyself
.
But
do
you
want
me
to
tell
you
something
of
service
to
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Robert
Jordan
.
"
If
it
is
not
unprintable
,
"
naming
the
principal
obscenity
that
had
larded
the
conversation
.
The
man
,
Agustín
,
spoke
so
obscenely
,
coupling
an
obscenity
to
every
noun
as
an
adjective
,
using
the
same
obscenity
as
a
verb
,
that
Robert
Jordan
wondered
if
he
could
speak
a
straight
sentence
.
Agustín
laughed
in
the
dark
when
he
heard
the
word
.
"
It
is
a
way
of
speaking
I
have
.
Maybe
it
is
ugly
.
Who
knows
?
Each
one
speaks
according
to
his
manner
.
Listen
to
me
.
The
bridge
is
nothing
to
me
.
As
well
the
bridge
as
another
thing
.
Also
I
have
a
boredom
in
these
mountains
.
That
we
should
go
if
it
is
needed
.
These
mountains
say
nothing
to
me
.
That
we
should
leave
them
.
But
I
would
say
one
thing
.
Guard
well
thy
explosive
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
From
thee
?
"
"
No
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
From
people
less
unprintably
equipped
than
I
.
"
"
So
?
"
asked
Robert
Jordan
.
"
You
understand
Spanish
,
"
Agustín
said
seriously
now
.
"
Care
well
for
thy
unprintable
explosive
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
