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"
And
then
?
"
"
I
go
to
look
below
in
the
meadow
.
"
"
Good
.
Man
.
Good
,
"
he
could
not
see
Rafael
’
s
face
in
the
dark
but
he
could
feel
him
smiling
.
"
Now
you
have
tightened
your
garters
,
"
the
gypsy
said
approvingly
.
"
Go
to
Agustín
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
to
him
.
"
Yes
,
Roberto
,
yes
,
"
said
the
gypsy
.
Robert
Jordan
walked
through
the
pines
,
feeling
his
way
from
tree
to
tree
to
the
edge
of
the
meadow
.
Looking
across
it
in
the
darkness
,
lighter
here
in
the
open
from
the
starlight
,
he
saw
the
dark
bulks
of
the
picketed
horses
.
He
counted
them
where
they
were
scattered
between
him
and
the
stream
.
There
were
five
.
Robert
Jordan
sat
down
at
the
foot
of
a
pine
tree
and
looked
out
across
the
meadow
.
I
am
tired
,
he
thought
,
and
perhaps
my
judgment
is
not
good
.
But
my
obligation
is
the
bridge
and
to
fulfill
that
,
I
must
take
no
useless
risk
of
myself
until
I
complete
that
duty
.
Of
course
it
is
sometimes
more
of
a
risk
not
to
accept
chances
which
are
necessary
to
take
but
I
have
done
this
so
far
,
trying
to
let
the
situation
take
its
own
course
.
If
it
is
true
,
as
the
gypsy
says
,
that
they
expected
me
to
kill
Pablo
then
I
should
have
done
that
.
But
it
was
never
clear
to
me
that
they
did
expect
that
.
For
a
stranger
to
kill
where
he
must
work
with
the
people
afterwards
is
very
bad
.
It
may
be
done
in
action
,
and
it
may
be
done
if
backed
by
sufficient
discipline
,
but
in
this
case
I
think
it
would
be
very
bad
,
although
it
was
a
temptation
and
seemed
a
short
and
simple
way
.
But
I
do
not
believe
anything
is
that
short
nor
that
simple
in
this
country
and
,
while
I
trust
the
woman
absolutely
,
I
could
not
tell
how
she
would
react
to
such
a
drastic
thing
.
One
dying
in
such
a
place
can
be
very
ugly
,
dirty
and
repugnant
.
You
could
not
tell
how
she
would
react
.
Without
the
woman
there
is
no
organization
nor
any
discipline
here
and
with
the
woman
it
can
be
very
good
.
It
would
be
ideal
if
she
would
kill
him
,
or
if
the
gypsy
would
(
but
he
will
not
)
or
if
the
sentry
,
Agustín
,
would
.
Anselmo
will
if
I
ask
it
,
though
he
says
he
is
against
all
killing
.
He
hates
him
,
I
believe
,
and
he
already
trusts
me
and
believes
in
me
as
a
representative
of
what
he
believes
in
.
Only
he
and
the
woman
really
believe
in
the
Republic
as
far
as
I
can
see
;
but
it
is
too
early
to
know
that
yet
.
As
his
eyes
became
used
to
the
starlight
he
could
see
that
Pablo
was
standing
by
one
of
the
horses
.
The
horse
lifted
his
head
from
grazing
;
then
dropped
it
impatiently
.
Pablo
was
standing
by
the
horse
,
leaning
against
him
,
moving
with
him
as
he
swung
with
the
length
of
the
picket
rope
and
patting
him
on
the
neck
.
The
horse
was
impatient
at
the
tenderness
while
he
was
feeding
.
Robert
Jordan
could
not
see
what
Pablo
was
doing
,
nor
hear
what
he
was
saying
to
the
horse
,
but
he
could
see
that
he
was
neither
unpicketing
nor
saddling
.
He
sat
watching
him
,
trying
to
think
his
problem
out
clearly
.
"
Thou
my
big
good
little
pony
,
"
Pablo
was
saying
to
the
horse
in
the
dark
;
it
was
the
big
bay
stallion
he
was
speaking
to
.
"
Thou
lovely
white
-
faced
big
beauty
.
Thou
with
the
big
neck
arching
like
the
viaduct
of
my
pueblo
,
"
he
stopped
.
"
But
arching
more
and
much
finer
.
"
The
horse
was
snatching
grass
,
swinging
his
head
sideways
as
he
pulled
,
annoyed
by
the
man
and
his
talking
.
"
Thou
art
no
woman
nor
a
fool
,
"
Pablo
told
the
bay
horse
.
"
Thou
,
oh
,
thou
,
thee
,
thee
,
my
big
little
pony
.
Thou
art
no
woman
like
a
rock
that
is
burning
.
Thou
art
no
colt
of
a
girl
with
cropped
head
and
the
movement
of
a
foal
still
wet
from
its
mother
.
Thou
dost
not
insult
nor
lie
nor
not
understand
.
Thou
,
oh
,
thee
,
oh
my
good
big
little
pony
.
"
