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The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side
there was no shade and no trees and the
station was between two lines of rails
in the sun. Close against the side of the
station there was the warm shadow of
the building and a curtain, made of strings
of bamboo beads, hung across the open door
into the bar, to keep out flies. The American
and the girl with him sat at a table in the
shade, outside the building. It was very hot
and the express from Barcelona would come
in forty minutes. It stopped at this junction
for two minutes and went to Madrid.
'What should we drink?' the girl asked.
She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.
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