you would see such people as Ricardo and Felipe Gonzalez leaving by the small door behind the bar."
"They probably owed him money," Robert Jordan said.
"It is possible," Pilar said. "Very possible. But they also smelled the thing and all knew of it."
"What she says is true, _Ingl閟_," the gypsy, Rafael, said. "It is a well-known thing among us."
"I believe nothing of it," Robert Jordan said.
"Listen, _Ingl閟_," Anselmo began. "I am against all such wizardry. But this Pilar has the fame of being very advanced in such things."
"But what does it smell like" Fernando asked. "What odor has it If there be an odor it must be a definite odor."
"You want to know, Fernandito" Pilar smiled at him. "You think that you could smell it"
"If it actually exists why should I not smell it as well as another"
"Why not" Pilar was making fun of him, her big hands folded across her knees. "Hast thou ever been aboard a ship, Fernando"
"Nay. And I would not wish to."
"Then thou might not recognize it. For part of it is the smell that comes when, on a ship, there is a storm and the portholes are closed up. Put your nose against the brass handle of a screwed-tight porthole on a rolling ship that is swaying under you so that you are faint and hollow in the stomach and you have a part of that smell."
"It would be impossible for me to recognize because I will go on no ship," Fernando said.