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She
followed
him
down
to
the
car
,
slowly
,
feeling
suddenly
too
exhausted
to
move
.
She
fell
back
against
the
seat
,
closing
her
eyes
,
barely
hearing
the
sound
of
the
starter
.
The
accumulated
strain
and
shock
of
her
sleepless
hours
hit
her
at
once
,
breaking
through
the
barrier
of
the
tension
her
nerves
had
held
to
delay
it
.
She
lay
still
,
unable
to
think
,
to
react
or
to
struggle
,
drained
of
all
emotions
but
one
.
She
did
not
speak
.
She
did
not
open
her
eyes
until
the
car
stopped
in
front
of
his
house
.
"
You
’
d
better
rest
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
go
to
sleep
right
now
,
if
you
want
to
attend
Mulligan
’
s
dinner
tonight
.
"
She
nodded
obediently
.
She
staggered
to
the
house
,
avoiding
his
help
.
She
made
an
effort
to
tell
him
,
"
I
’
ll
be
all
right
,
"
then
to
escape
to
the
safety
of
her
room
and
last
long
enough
to
close
the
door
.
She
collapsed
,
face
down
,
on
the
bed
.
It
was
not
the
mere
fact
of
physical
exhaustion
.
It
was
the
sudden
monomania
of
a
sensation
too
complete
to
endure
.
While
the
strength
of
her
body
was
gone
,
while
her
mind
had
lost
the
faculty
of
consciousness
,
a
single
emotion
drew
on
her
remnants
of
energy
,
of
understanding
,
of
judgment
,
of
control
,
leaving
her
nothing
to
resist
it
with
or
to
direct
it
,
making
her
unable
to
desire
,
only
to
feel
,
reducing
her
to
a
mere
sensation
—
a
static
sensation
without
start
or
goal
.
She
kept
seeing
his
figure
in
her
mind
—
his
figure
as
he
had
stood
at
the
door
of
the
structure
—
she
felt
nothing
else
,
no
wish
,
no
hope
,
no
estimate
of
her
feeling
,
no
name
for
it
,
no
relation
to
herself
—
there
was
no
entity
such
as
herself
,
she
was
not
a
person
,
only
a
function
,
the
function
of
seeing
him
,
and
the
sight
was
its
own
meaning
and
purpose
,
with
no
further
end
to
reach
.
Her
face
buried
in
the
pillow
,
she
recalled
dimly
,
as
a
faint
sensation
,
the
moment
of
her
take
-
off
from
the
floodlighted
strip
of
the
Kansas
airfield
.
She
felt
the
beat
of
the
engine
,
the
streak
of
accelerating
motion
gathering
power
in
a
straight
-
line
run
to
a
single
goal
—
and
in
the
moment
when
the
wheels
left
the
ground
,
she
was
asleep
.
The
floor
of
the
valley
was
like
a
pool
still
reflecting
the
glow
of
the
sky
,
but
the
light
was
thickening
from
gold
to
copper
,
the
shores
were
fading
and
the
peaks
were
smoke
-
blue
—
when
they
drove
to
Mulligan
’
s
house
.
There
was
no
trace
of
exhaustion
left
in
her
bearing
and
no
remnant
of
violence
.
She
had
awakened
at
sundown
;
stepping
out
of
her
room
,
she
had
found
Galt
waiting
,
sitting
idly
motionless
in
the
light
of
a
lamp
.
He
had
glanced
up
at
her
;
she
had
stood
in
the
doorway
,
her
face
composed
,
her
hair
smooth
,
her
posture
relaxed
and
confident
—
she
had
looked
as
she
would
have
looked
on
the
threshold
of
her
office
in
the
Taggart
Building
,
but
for
the
slight
angle
of
her
body
leaning
on
a
cane
.
He
had
sat
looking
at
her
for
a
moment
,
and
she
had
wondered
why
she
had
felt
certain
that
this
was
the
image
he
was
seeing
—
he
was
seeing
the
doorway
of
her
office
,
as
if
it
were
a
sight
long
-
imagined
and
long
-
forbidden
.
She
sat
beside
him
in
the
car
,
feeling
no
desire
to
speak
,
knowing
that
neither
of
them
could
conceal
the
meaning
of
their
silence
.
She
watched
a
few
lights
come
up
in
the
distant
homes
of
the
valley
,
then
the
lighted
windows
of
Mulligan
’
s
house
on
the
ledge
ahead
.
She
asked
,
"
Who
will
be
there
?
"
