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He
carried
her
across
the
sunrays
into
a
small
guest
room
and
placed
her
down
on
a
bed
.
She
noticed
a
window
open
upon
a
long
slant
of
rocky
steps
and
pines
going
off
into
the
sky
.
She
noticed
small
streaks
that
looked
like
inscriptions
cut
into
the
wood
of
the
walls
,
a
few
scattered
lines
that
seemed
made
by
different
handwritings
;
she
could
not
distinguish
the
words
.
She
noticed
another
door
,
left
half
-
open
;
it
led
to
his
bedroom
.
"
Am
I
a
guest
here
or
a
prisoner
?
"
she
asked
.
"
The
choice
will
be
yours
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
"
I
can
make
no
choice
when
I
’
m
dealing
with
a
stranger
.
"
"
But
you
’
re
not
.
Didn
’
t
you
name
a
railroad
line
after
me
?
"
"
Oh
!
.
.
.
Yes
.
.
.
"
It
was
the
small
jolt
of
another
connection
falling
into
place
.
"
Yes
,
I
—
"
She
was
looking
at
the
tall
figure
with
the
sun
-
streaked
hair
,
with
the
suppressed
smile
in
the
mercilessly
perceptive
eyes
—
she
was
seeing
the
struggle
to
build
her
Line
and
the
summer
day
of
the
first
train
’
s
run
—
she
was
thinking
that
if
a
human
figure
could
be
fashioned
as
an
emblem
of
that
Line
,
this
was
the
figure
.
"
Yes
.
.
.
I
did
.
.
.
"
Then
,
remembering
the
rest
,
she
added
,
"
But
I
named
it
after
an
enemy
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
That
’
s
the
contradiction
you
had
to
resolve
sooner
or
later
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
"
It
was
you
.
.
.
wasn
’
t
it
?
.
.
.
who
destroyed
my
Line
.
.
.
"
