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- They were walking through the heather of the mountain meadow and Robert Jordan
- felt the brushing of the heather against his legs, felt the weight of his pistol in its holster
- against his thigh, felt the sun on his head, felt the breeze from the snow of the mountain
- peaks cool on his back and, in his hand, he felt the girl’s hand firm and strong, the
- fingers locked in his. From it, from the palm of her hand against the palm of his, from
- their fingers locked together, and from her wrist across his wrist something came from
- her hand, her fingers and her wrist to his that was as fresh as the first light air that
- moving toward you over the sea barely wrinkles the glassy surface of a calm, as light as
- a feather moved across one’s lip, or a leaf falling when there is no breeze; so light that it
- could be felt with the touch of their fingers alone, but that was so strengthened, so
- intensified, and made so urgent, so aching and so strong by the hard pressure of their
- fingers and the close pressed palm and wrist, that it was as though a current moved up
- his arm and filled his whole body with an aching hollowness of wanting. With the sun
- shining on her hair, tawny as wheat, and on her gold-brown smooth-lovely face and on
- the curve of her throat he bent her head back and held her to him and kissed her. He felt
- her trembling as he kissed her and he held the length of her body tight to him and felt
- her breasts against his chest through the two khaki shirts, he felt them small and firm
- and he reached and undid the buttons on her shirt and bent and kissed her and she
- stood shivering, holding her head back, his arm behind her. Then she dropped her chin
- to his head and then he felt her hands holding his head and rocking it against her. He
- straightened and with his two arms around her held her so tightly that she was lifted off
- the ground, tight against him, and he felt her trembling and then her lips were on his
- throat, and then he put her down and said, “Maria, oh, my Maria.”
- Then he said, “Where should we go?”
- She did not say anything but slipped her hand inside of his shirt and he felt her
- undoing the shirt buttons and she said, “You, too. I want to kiss, too.”
- “No, little rabbit.”
- “Yes. Yes. Everything as you.”
- “Nay. That is an impossibility.”
- “Well, then. Oh, then. Oh, then. Oh.”
- Then there was the smell of heather crushed and the roughness of the bent stalks
- under her head and the sun bright on her closed eyes and all his life he would
- remember the curve of her throat with her head pushed back into the heather roots and
- her lips that moved smally and by themselves and the fluttering of the lashes on the
- eyes tight closed against the sun and against everything, and for her everything was
- red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it,
- the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color. For
- him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to
- nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows
- in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to
- unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne
- once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into
- nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and
- they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from
- under them.
- Then he was lying on his side, his head deep in the heather, smelling it and the smell
- of the roots and the earth and the sun came through it and it was scratchy on his bare
- shoulders and along his flanks and the girl was lying opposite him with her eyes still shut
- and then she opened them and smiled at him and he said very tiredly and from a great
- but friendly distance, “Hello, rabbit.” And she smiled and from no distance said, “Hello,
- my Inglés.”
- “I’m not an Inglés,” he said very lazily.
- “Oh yes, you are,” she said. “You’re my Inglés,” and reached and took hold of both his
- ears and kissed him on the forehead.
- “There,” she said. “How is that? Do I kiss thee better?”
- Then they were walking along the stream together and he said, “Maria, I love thee and
- thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be
- with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.”
- “Oh,” she said. “I die each time. Do you not die?”
- “No. Almost. But did thee feel the earth move?”
- “Yes. As I died. Put thy arm around me, please.”
- “No. I have thy hand. Thy hand is enough.”
- He looked at her and across the meadow where a hawk was hunting and the big
- afternoon clouds were coming now over the mountains.
- “And it is not thus for thee with others?” Maria asked him, they now walking hand in
- hand.
- “No. Truly.”
- “For Whom the Bell Tolls” By Ernest Hemingway 89
- “Thou hast loved many others.”
- “Some. But not as thee.”
- “And it was not thus? Truly?”
- “It was a pleasure but it was not thus.”
- “And then the earth moved. The earth never moved before?”
- “Nay. Truly never.”
- “Ay,” she said. “And this we have for one day.”
- He said nothing.
- “But we have had it now at least,” Maria said. “And do you like me too? Do I please
- thee? I will look better later.”
- “Thou art very beautiful now.”
- “Nay,” she said. “But stroke thy hand across my head.”
- He did that feeling her cropped hair soft and flattening and then rising between his
- fingers and he put both hands on her head and turned her face up to his and kissed her.
- “I like to kiss very much,” she said. “But I do not do it well.”
- “Thou hast no need to kiss.”
- “Yes, I have. If I am to be thy woman I should please thee in all ways.”
- “You please me enough. I would not be more pleased. There is no thing I could do if I
- were more pleased.”
- “But you will see,” she said very happily. “My hair amuses thee now because it is odd.
- But every day it is growing. It will be long and then I will not look ugly and perhaps you
- will love me very much.”
- “Thou hast a lovely body,” he said. “The loveliest in the world.”
- “It is only young and thin.”
- “No. In a fine body there is magic. I do not know what makes it in one and not in
- another. But thou hast it.”
- “For thee,” she said.
- “Nay.”
- “Yes. For thee and for thee always and only for thee. But it is littie to bring thee. I
- would learn to take good care of thee. But tell me truly. Did the earth never move for
- thee before?”
- “Never,” he said truly.
- “Now am I happy,” she said. “Now am I truly happy."
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