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He
sat
on
the
floor
,
his
posture
suggesting
that
he
had
no
strength
left
to
stand
up
or
to
care
about
being
caught
.
He
was
looking
at
the
conductor
,
his
eyes
observant
,
fully
conscious
,
but
devoid
of
any
reaction
.
The
train
was
slowing
down
for
a
bad
stretch
of
track
,
the
conductor
had
opened
the
door
to
a
cold
gust
of
wind
,
and
was
waving
at
the
speeding
black
void
,
ordering
,
"
Get
going
!
Get
off
as
you
got
on
or
I
’
ll
kick
you
off
head
first
!
"
There
was
no
astonishment
in
the
tramp
’
s
face
,
no
protest
,
no
anger
,
no
hope
;
he
looked
as
if
he
had
long
since
abandoned
any
judgment
of
any
human
action
.
He
moved
obediently
to
rise
,
his
hand
groping
upward
along
the
rivets
of
the
car
’
s
wall
.
She
saw
him
glance
at
her
and
glance
away
,
as
if
she
were
merely
another
inanimate
fixture
of
the
train
.
He
did
not
seem
to
be
aware
of
her
person
,
any
more
than
of
his
own
,
he
was
indifferently
ready
to
comply
with
an
order
which
,
in
his
condition
,
meant
certain
death
.
She
glanced
at
the
conductor
.
She
saw
nothing
in
his
face
except
the
blind
malevolence
of
pain
,
of
some
long
-
repressed
anger
that
broke
out
upon
the
first
object
available
,
almost
without
consciousness
of
the
object
’
s
identity
.
The
two
men
were
not
human
beings
to
each
other
any
longer
.
The
tramp
’
s
suit
was
a
mass
of
careful
patches
on
a
cloth
so
stiff
and
shiny
with
wear
that
one
expected
it
to
crack
like
glass
if
bent
;
but
she
noticed
the
collar
of
his
shirt
:
it
was
bone
-
white
from
repeated
laundering
and
it
still
preserved
a
semblance
of
shape
.
He
had
pulled
himself
up
to
his
feet
,
he
was
looking
indifferently
at
the
black
hole
open
upon
miles
of
uninhabited
wilderness
where
no
one
would
see
the
body
or
hear
the
voice
of
a
mangled
man
,
but
the
only
gesture
of
concern
he
made
was
to
tighten
his
grip
on
a
small
,
dirty
bundle
,
as
if
to
make
sure
he
would
not
lose
it
in
leaping
off
the
train
.
It
was
the
laundered
collar
and
this
gesture
for
the
last
of
his
possessions
—
the
gesture
of
a
sense
of
property
—
that
made
her
feel
an
emotion
like
a
sudden
,
burning
twist
within
her
.
"
Wait
,
"
she
said
.
The
two
men
turned
to
her
.
"
Let
him
be
my
guest
,
"
she
said
to
the
conductor
,
and
held
her
door
open
for
the
tramp
,
ordering
,
"
Come
in
.
"
The
tramp
followed
her
,
obeying
as
blankly
as
he
had
been
about
to
obey
the
conductor
.
