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"
Maria
,
"
the
woman
of
Pablo
called
.
The
girl
put
her
head
inside
the
blanket
across
the
cave
mouth
.
"
Enter
now
and
serve
the
supper
.
"
The
girl
came
in
and
walked
across
to
the
low
table
by
the
hearth
and
picked
up
the
enameled
-
ware
bowls
and
brought
them
to
the
table
.
"
There
is
wine
enough
for
all
,
"
the
woman
of
Pablo
said
to
Robert
Jordan
.
"
Pay
no
attention
to
what
that
drunkard
says
.
When
this
is
finished
we
will
get
more
.
Finish
that
rare
thing
thou
art
drinking
and
take
a
cup
of
wine
.
"
Robert
Jordan
swallowed
down
the
last
of
the
absinthe
,
feeling
it
,
gulped
that
way
,
making
a
warm
,
small
,
fume
-
rising
,
wet
,
chemical
-
change
-
producing
heat
in
him
and
passed
the
cup
for
wine
.
The
girl
dipped
it
full
for
him
and
smiled
.
"
Well
,
did
you
see
the
bridge
?
"
the
gypsy
asked
.
The
others
,
who
had
not
opened
their
mouths
after
the
change
of
allegiance
,
were
all
leaning
forward
to
listen
now
.
"
Yes
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
It
is
something
easy
to
do
.
Would
you
like
me
to
show
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
man
.
With
much
interest
.
"
Robert
Jordan
took
out
the
notebook
from
his
shirt
pocket
and
showed
them
the
sketches
.
"
Look
how
it
seems
,
"
the
flat
-
faced
man
,
who
was
named
Primitivo
,
said
.
"
It
is
the
bridge
itself
.
"
