an nodded. Then nodded again. She said something to Maria and the girl came over to Robert Jordan''s side.
"She says, ''Of course he heard," Maria said in Robert Jordan''s ear.
"Then Pablo," Fernando said judicially. "Thou art with us now and in favor of this of the bridge"
"Yes, man," Pablo said. He looked Fernando squarely in the eye and nodded.
"In truth" Primitivo asked.
"_De veras_," Pablo told him.
"And you think it can be successful" Fernando asked. "You now have confidence"
"Why not" Pablo said. "Haven''t you confidence"
"Yes," Fernando said. "But I always have confidence."
"I''m going to get out of here," Agust韓 said.
"It is cold outside," Pablo told him in a friendly tone.
"Maybe," Agust韓 said. "But I can''t stay any longer in this _manicomio_."
"Do not call this cave an insane asylum," Fernando said.
"A _manicomio_ for criminal lunatics," Agust韓 said. "And I''m getting out before I''m crazy, too."
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It is like a merry-go-round, Robert Jordan thought. Not a merry-goround that travels fast, and with a calliope for music, and the children ride on cows with gilded horns, and there are rings to catch with sticks, and there is the blue, gas-flare-lit early dark of the Avenue du Maine, with fried fish sold from the next stall, and a wheel of fortune turning with the leather flaps slapping against the posts of the numbered compartments, and the packages of lump sugar piled in pyramids for prizes. No, it is not that kind of a merrygo-round; although the people are waiting, like the men in caps and the women in knitted sweaters, their heads bare in the gaslight and their hair shining, who stand in front of the wheel of fortune as it spins. Yes, those are the people. But this is another wheel. This is like a wheel that goes up and around.