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The
woman
of
Pablo
could
feel
her
rage
changing
to
sorrow
and
to
a
feeling
of
the
thwarting
of
all
hope
and
promise
.
She
knew
this
feeling
from
when
she
was
a
girl
and
she
knew
the
things
that
caused
it
all
through
her
life
.
It
came
now
suddenly
and
she
put
it
away
from
her
and
would
not
let
it
touch
her
,
neither
her
nor
the
Republic
,
and
she
said
,
"
Now
we
will
eat
.
Serve
the
bowls
from
the
pot
,
Maria
.
"
Robert
Jordan
pushed
aside
the
saddle
blanket
that
hung
over
the
mouth
of
the
cave
and
,
stepping
out
,
took
a
deep
breath
of
the
cold
night
air
.
The
mist
had
cleared
away
and
the
stars
were
out
.
There
was
no
wind
,
and
,
outside
now
of
the
warm
air
of
the
cave
,
heavy
with
smoke
of
both
tobacco
and
charcoal
,
with
the
odor
of
cooked
rice
and
meat
,
saffron
,
pimentos
,
and
oil
,
the
tarry
,
wine
-
spilled
smell
of
the
big
skin
hung
beside
the
door
,
hung
by
the
neck
and
the
four
legs
extended
,
wine
drawn
from
a
plug
fitted
in
one
leg
,
wine
that
spilled
a
little
onto
the
earth
of
the
floor
,
settling
the
dust
smell
;
out
now
from
the
odors
of
different
herbs
whose
names
he
did
not
know
that
hung
in
bunches
from
the
ceiling
,
with
long
ropes
of
garlic
,
away
now
from
the
copper
-
penny
,
red
wine
and
garlic
,
horse
sweat
and
man
sweat
dried
in
the
clothing
(
acrid
and
gray
the
man
sweat
,
sweet
and
sickly
the
dried
brushed
-
off
lather
of
horse
sweat
)
,
of
the
men
at
the
table
,
Robert
Jordan
breathed
deeply
of
the
clear
night
air
of
the
mountains
that
smelled
of
the
pines
and
of
the
dew
on
the
grass
in
the
meadow
by
the
stream
.
Dew
had
fallen
heavily
since
the
wind
had
dropped
,
but
,
as
he
stood
there
,
he
thought
there
would
be
frost
by
morning
.
As
he
stood
breathing
deep
and
then
listening
to
the
night
,
he
heard
first
,
firing
far
away
,
and
then
he
heard
an
owl
cry
in
the
timber
below
,
where
the
horse
corral
was
slung
.
Then
inside
the
cave
he
could
hear
the
gypsy
starting
to
sing
and
the
soft
chording
of
a
guitar
.
"
I
had
an
inheritance
from
my
father
,
"
the
artificially
hardened
voice
rose
harshly
and
hung
there
.
Then
went
on
:
"
It
was
the
moon
and
the
sun
"
And
though
I
roam
all
over
the
world
"
The
spending
of
it
’
s
never
done
.
"
The
guitar
thudded
with
chorded
applause
for
the
singer
.
"
Good
,
"
Robert
Jordan
heard
some
one
say
.
"
Give
us
the
Catalan
,
gypsy
.
"
"
No
.
"
