<P>"This is how things have changed. The train now leaves at Midnight. The Inglese will be here to take us to the mountain, where we have hidden the machina."
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<P>"Do you have bullets for the machina?"
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<P>"We have many bullets. They are good bullets, and we can kill many fascists."
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<P>"What will the train carry?"
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<P>"The train carries the bulls, the bulls that run. We must get those bulls from the fascists."
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<P>Bulls, thought Maria. All my life I have wished to have the bulls that run. If my name was not Maria, I would have been a great fighter of bulls in the arenas of Pampalona. Then I could have gone to California.
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<P>I could have seen the women with the strange breasts.
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