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“Why don’t you read _El Debate_ then? That is your paper,” Gomez said to him naming the leading Catholic-Conservative organ published in Madrid before the movement. “Don’t forget I am thy superior officer and that a report by me on thee carries weight,” the officer said without looking up. “I never read _El Debate_. Do not make false accusations.” “No. You read A. B. C.,” Gomez said. “The army is still rotten with such as thee. With professionals such as thee. But it will not always be. We are caught between the ignorant and the cynical. But we will educate the one and eliminate the other.” “‘Purge’ is the word you want,” the officer said, still not looking up. “Here it reports the purging of more of thy famous Russians. They are purging more than the epsom salts in this epoch.” “By any name,” Gomez said passionately. “By any name so that such as thee are liquidated.” “Liquidated,” the officer said insolently as though speaking to himself. “Another new word that has little of Castilian in it.” “Shot, then,” Gomez said. “That is Castilian. Canst understand it?” “Yes, man, but do not talk so loudly. There are others beside the _Teniente-Coronel_ asleep in this Brigade Staff and thy emotion bores me. It was for that reason that I always shaved myself. I never liked the conversation.” Gomez looked at Andres and shook his head. His eyes were shining with the moistness that rage and hatred can bring. But he shook his head and said nothing as he stored it all away for some time in the future. He had stored much in the year replica tiffany and a half in which he had risen to the command of a battalion in the Sierra and now, as the Lieutenant-Colonel came into the room in his pajamas he drew himself stiff and saluted. The Lieutenant-Colonel Miranda, who was a short, gray-faced man, who had been in the army all his life, who had lost the love of his wife in Madrid while he was losing his digestion in Morocco, and become a Republican when he found he could not divorce his wife (there was never any question of recovering his digestion), had entered the civil war as a Lieutenant-Colonel. He had only one ambition, to finish the war with the same rank. He had defended the Sierra well and he wanted to be left alone there to defend it whenever it was attacked. He felt much healthier in the war, probably due to the forced curtailment of the number of meat courses, he had an enormous stock of sodium-bicarbonate, he had his whiskey in the evening, his twenty-three-year-old mistress was having a baby, as were nearly all the other girls who had started out as _milicianas_ in the July of the year before, and now he came into the room, nodded in answer to Gomez’s salute and put out his hand. “What brings thee, Gomez?” he asked and then, to the officer at the desk who was his chief of operation, “Give me a cigarette, please, Pepe.” Gomez showed him Andres’s papers and the dispatch. The Lieutenant-Colonel looked at the _Salvoconducto_ quickly, looked at Andres, nodded and smiled, and then tiffany jewelry store looked at the dispatch hungrily. He felt of the seal, tested it with his forefinger, then handed both the safe-conduct and dispatch back to Andres. “Is the life very hard there in the hills?” he asked. “No, my Lieutenant-Colonel,” Andres said. “Did they tell thee where would be the closest point to find General Golz’s headquarters?” “Navacerrada, my Lieutenant-Colonel,” tiffany jewelry store Andres said. “The _Ingles_ said it would be somewhere close to Navacerrada behind the lines to the right of there.” “What _Ingles?_” the Lieutenant-Colonel asked quietly. “The _Ingles_ who is with us as a dynamiter.” The Lieutenant-Colonel nodded. It was just another sudden unexplained rarity of this war. “The _Ingles_ who is with us as a dynamiter.” “You had better take him, Gomez, on the motor,” the Lieutenant-Colonel said. “Write them a very strong _Salvoconducto_ to the _ tiffany inspired jewelry Estado Mayor_ of General Golz for me to sign,” he said to the officer in the green celluloid eyeshade. “Write it on the machine, Pepe. Here are the details,” he motioned for Andres to hand over his safe-conduct, “and put on two seals.” He turned to Gomez. “You will need something strong tonight. It is rightly so. People should be careful when an offensive antique tiffany jewelry is projected. I will give you something as strong as I can make it.” Then to Andres, very kindly, he said, “Dost wish anything? To eat or to drink?” “No, my Lieutenant-Colonel,” Andres said. “I am not hungry. They gave me cognac at the last place of command and more would make me seasick.” “Did you see any movement or activity opposite my front as you came through?” the Lieutenant-Colonel asked Andres politely. “It was as usual, my Lieutenant-Colonel. Quiet. Quiet.” “Did I not meet thee in Cercedilla about three months back?” the Lieutenant-Colonel asked. “Yes, my Lieutenant-Colonel.” “I thought so,” the Lieutenant-Colonel patted him on the shoulder. “You were with the old man Anselmo. How is he?” “He is well, my Lieutenant-Colonel,” Andres told him. “Good. It makes me happy,” the Lieutenant-Colonel said. The officer showed him what he had typed and he read it over and signed it. “You must go now quickly,” he said to Gomez and Andres. “Be careful antique tiffany jewelry with the motor,” he said to Gomez. “Use your lights. Nothing will happen from a single motor and you must be careful. My compliments to Comrade General Golz. We met after Peguerinos.” He shook hands with them both. “Button the papers inside thy shirt,” he said. “There is much wind on a motor.” After they went out he went to a cabinet, took out a glass and a bottle, and poured himself some whiskey and poured plain water into it from an earthenware crock that stood on the floor against the wall. Then holding the glass and sipping the whiskey very slowly he stood in front of the big map on the wall and studied the offensive possibilities in the country above Navacerrada. “I am glad it is Golz and not me,” he said finally to the officer who sat at the table. The officer did not answer and looking away from the map and at the officer the Lieutenant-Colonel saw he was asleep with his head on his arms. The Lieutenant-Colonel went over to the desk and pushed the two phones close together so that one touched the officer’s head on either side. Then he walked to the cupboard, poured himself another whiskey, put water in it, and went back to the map again. Andres, holding tight onto the seat where Gomez was forking the motor, bent his head against the wind as the motorcycle moved, noisily exploding, into the light-split darkness of the country road that opened ahead sharp with the high black of the poplars beside it, dimmed and yellow-soft now as the road dipped fashion rings into the fog along a stream bed, sharpening hard again as the road rose and, ahead of them at the crossroads, the headlight showed the gray bulk of the empty trucks coming down from the mountains. 41 Pablo stopped and dismounted in the dark. Robert Jordan heard the creaking and the heavy breathing as they all dismounted and the clinking of a bridle as a horse tossed his head. He smelled the horses and the unwashed and sour slept-in-clothing smell of the new men and the wood-smoky sleep-stale smell of the others who had been in the cave. Pablo was standing close to him and he smelled the brassy, dead-wine smell that where can you buy tiffany jewelry came from him like the taste of a copper coin in your mouth. He lit a cigarette, cupping his hand to hide the light, pulled deep on it, and heard Pablo say very softly, “Get the grenade sack, Pilar, while we hobble these.” “Agustin,” Robert Jordan said in a whisper, “you and Anselmo come now with me to the bridge. Have you the sack of pans for the _maquina?_” “Yes,” Agustin said. “Why not?” Robert Jordan went over to where Pilar was unpacking one of the horses with the help of Primitivo. “Listen, woman,” he said softly. “What now?” she whispered huskily, swinging a cinch hook clear from under the horse’s belly. “Thou understandest that there is to be no attack on the post until thou hearest the falling of the bombs?” “How many times dost thou have to tell me?” Pilar said. “You are getting like an old woman, _Ingles_.” “Only to check,” Robert Jordan said. “And after the destruction of the post you fall back onto the bridge and cover the road from above and my left flank.” “The first time thou outlined it I understood it as well as I will ever understand it,” Pilar whispered to him. “Get thee about thy business.” “That no one should make a move nor fire a shot nor throw a bomb until the noise of the bombardment comes,” Robert Jordan said softly. “Do not molest me more,” Pilar whispered angrily. “I have understood this since we wholesale tiffany jewelry were at Sordo’s.” Robert Jordan went to where Pablo was tying the horses. “I have only hobbled those which are liable to panic,” Pablo said. “These are tied so a pull of the rope will release them, see?” “Good.” “I will tell the girl and the gypsy how to handle them,” Pablo said. His new men were standing in a group by themselves leaning on their carbines. “Dost understand all?” Robert Jordan asked. “Why not?” Pablo said. “Destroy the post. Cut the wire. Fall back on the bridge. Cover the bridge until thou blowest.” “And nothing to start until the commencement of the bombardment.” “Thus it is.” “Well then, much luck.” Pablo grunted. Then he said, “Thou wilt cover us well with the _maquina_ and with thy small _maquina_ when we come back, eh, _Ingles?_” “_Dela primera_,” Robert Jordan said. “Off the top of the basket.” “Then,” Pablo said. “Nothing more. But in that moment thou must be very careful, _Ingles_. It will not be simple to do that unless thou art very careful.” “I will handle the _maquina_ myself,” Robert Jordan said to him. “Hast thou much experience? For I am of no mind to be shot by Agustin with his belly full of good intentions.” “I have much experience. Truly. And if Agustin uses either _maquina_ I will see that he keeps it way above thee. Above, above and above tiffany uk . tiffany and co bracelet ” “Then nothing more,” Pablo said. Then he said softly and confidentially, “There is still a lack of horses.” The son of a bitch, Robert Jordan thought. Or does he think I did not understand him the first time. “I go on foot,” he said. “The horses are thy affair.” “Nay, there will be a horse for thee, _ tiffany earrings uk Ingles_,” Pablo said softly. “There will be horses for all of us.” “That is thy problem,” Robert Jordan said. “Thou dost tiffany jewellery uk not have to count me. Hast enough rounds for thy new _maquina?_” “Yes,” Pablo said. “All that the cavalryman carried. I have fired only four to try it. I tried it yesterday in the high hills.” “We go now,” Robert Jordan said. “We must be there early and well hidden.” “We all go now,” Pablo said. “_Suerte, Ingles_.” I wonder what the bastard is planning now, Robert Jordan said. But I am pretty sure I know. Well, that is his, not mine. Thank God I do not know these new men. He put his hand out and said, “_Suerte_, Pablo,” and their two hands gripped in the dark. Robert Jordan, when he put his hand out, expected that it would b

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