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"
I
am
also
for
the
bridge
,
"
the
man
with
the
flat
face
and
the
broken
nose
said
,
crushing
the
end
of
the
cigarette
on
the
table
.
"
To
me
the
bridge
means
nothing
,
"
one
of
the
brothers
said
.
"
I
am
for
the
mujer
of
Pablo
.
"
"
Equally
,
"
said
the
other
brother
.
"
Equally
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
Robert
Jordan
watched
Pablo
and
as
he
watched
,
letting
his
right
hand
hang
lower
and
lower
,
ready
if
it
should
be
necessary
,
half
hoping
it
would
be
(
feeling
perhaps
that
were
the
simplest
and
easiest
yet
not
wishing
to
spoil
what
had
gone
so
well
,
knowing
how
quickly
all
of
a
family
,
all
of
a
clan
,
all
of
a
band
,
can
turn
against
a
stranger
in
a
quarrel
,
yet
thinking
what
could
be
done
with
the
hand
were
the
simplest
and
best
and
surgically
the
most
sound
now
that
this
had
happened
)
,
saw
also
the
wife
of
Pablo
standing
there
and
watched
her
blush
proudly
and
soundly
and
healthily
as
the
allegiances
were
given
.
"
I
am
for
the
Republic
,
"
the
woman
of
Pablo
said
happily
.
"
And
the
Republic
is
the
bridge
.
Afterwards
we
will
have
time
for
other
projects
.
"
"
And
thou
,
"
Pablo
said
bitterly
.
"
With
your
head
of
a
seed
bull
and
your
heart
of
a
whore
.
Thou
thinkest
there
will
be
an
afterwards
from
this
bridge
?
Thou
hast
an
idea
of
that
which
will
pass
?
"
"
That
which
must
pass
,
"
the
woman
of
Pablo
said
.
"
That
which
must
pass
,
will
pass
.
"
"
And
it
means
nothing
to
thee
to
be
hunted
then
like
a
beast
after
this
thing
from
which
we
derive
no
profit
?
Nor
to
die
in
it
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
the
woman
of
Pablo
said
.
"
And
do
not
try
to
frighten
me
,
coward
.
"
