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He
showed
no
sign
of
astonishment
at
the
fact
that
she
had
chosen
to
help
him
.
He
looked
as
if
so
much
brutality
had
confronted
him
that
he
had
given
up
the
attempt
to
understand
,
to
trust
or
to
expect
anything
.
"
When
did
you
get
aboard
the
train
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Back
at
the
division
point
,
ma
’
am
.
Your
door
wasn
’
t
locked
.
"
He
added
,
"
I
figured
maybe
nobody
would
notice
me
till
morning
on
account
of
it
being
a
private
car
.
"
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
Then
,
almost
as
if
he
sensed
that
this
could
sound
too
much
like
an
appeal
for
pity
,
he
added
,
"
I
guess
I
just
wanted
to
keep
moving
till
I
saw
some
place
that
looked
like
there
might
be
a
chance
to
find
work
there
.
"
This
was
his
attempt
to
assume
the
responsibility
of
a
purpose
,
rather
than
to
throw
the
burden
of
his
aimlessness
upon
her
mercy
—
an
attempt
of
the
same
order
as
his
shirt
collar
.
"
What
kind
of
work
are
you
looking
for
?
"
"
People
don
’
t
look
for
kinds
of
work
any
more
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
answered
impassively
.
"
They
just
look
for
work
.
"
"
What
sort
of
place
did
you
hope
to
find
?
"
"
Oh
.
.
.
well
.
.
.
where
there
’
s
factories
,
I
guess
.
"
