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She
had
wanted
to
think
of
it
,
of
all
the
questions
she
intended
to
ask
him
tomorrow
—
but
she
had
found
her
mind
frozen
and
still
,
like
a
spectator
staring
at
the
story
,
unable
to
function
,
only
to
stare
.
She
had
felt
as
if
she
knew
the
meaning
of
that
spectacle
,
knew
it
with
no
further
questions
and
had
to
escape
it
.
To
move
—
had
been
the
words
beating
in
her
mind
with
peculiar
urgency
—
to
move
—
as
if
movement
had
become
an
end
in
itself
,
crucial
,
absolute
and
doomed
.
Through
a
thin
layer
of
sleep
,
the
sound
of
the
wheels
had
kept
running
a
race
with
the
growth
of
her
tension
.
She
had
kept
awakening
,
as
in
a
causeless
start
of
panic
,
finding
herself
upright
in
the
darkness
,
thinking
blankly
:
What
was
it
?
—
then
telling
herself
in
reassurance
:
We
’
re
moving
.
.
.
we
’
re
still
moving
.
.
.
The
track
of
the
Kansas
Western
was
worse
than
she
had
expected
—
she
thought
,
listening
to
the
wheels
.
The
train
was
now
carrying
her
hundreds
of
miles
away
from
Utah
.
She
had
felt
a
desperate
desire
to
get
off
the
train
on
the
main
line
,
abandon
all
the
problems
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
find
an
airplane
and
fly
straight
to
Quentin
Daniels
.
It
had
taken
a
cheerless
effort
of
will
to
remain
in
her
car
.
She
lay
in
the
darkness
,
listening
to
the
wheels
,
thinking
that
only
Daniels
and
his
motor
still
remained
like
a
point
of
fire
ahead
,
pulling
her
forward
.
Of
what
use
would
the
motor
now
be
to
her
?
She
had
no
answer
.
Why
did
she
feel
so
certain
of
the
desperate
need
to
hurry
?
She
had
no
answer
.
To
reach
him
in
time
,
was
the
only
ultimatum
left
in
her
mind
.
She
held
onto
it
,
asking
no
questions
.
Wordlessly
,
she
knew
the
real
answer
:
the
motor
was
needed
,
not
to
move
trains
,
but
to
keep
her
moving
.
She
could
not
hear
the
beat
of
the
fourth
knocks
any
longer
in
the
jumbled
screeching
of
metal
,
she
could
not
hear
the
steps
of
the
enemy
she
was
racing
,
only
the
hopeless
stampede
of
panic
.
.
.
I
’
ll
get
there
in
time
,
she
thought
,
I
’
ll
get
there
first
,
I
’
ll
save
the
motor
.
There
’
s
one
motor
he
’
s
not
going
to
stop
,
she
thought
.
.
.
he
’
s
not
going
to
stop
.
.
.
he
’
s
not
going
to
stop
.
.
.
He
’
s
not
going
to
stop
,
she
thought
—
awakening
with
a
jolt
,
jerking
her
head
off
the
pillow
.
The
wheels
had
stopped
.
