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She
nodded
.
"
They
.
.
.
"
she
said
,
and
he
heard
the
faint
trembling
of
her
voice
,
which
was
love
and
pain
and
indignation
,
"
they
’
ve
said
for
years
that
he
rose
by
thwarting
the
ability
of
others
,
by
leaving
them
no
chance
,
and
that
.
.
.
that
human
incompetence
was
to
his
selfish
interest
.
.
.
But
he
.
.
.
it
wasn
’
t
obedience
that
he
required
of
people
.
"
"
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
,
with
an
odd
note
of
sternness
in
his
voice
,
"
just
remember
that
he
represented
a
code
of
existence
which
—
for
a
brief
span
in
all
human
history
—
drove
slavery
out
of
the
civilized
world
.
Remember
it
,
when
you
feel
baffled
by
the
nature
of
his
enemies
.
"
"
Have
you
ever
heard
of
a
woman
named
Ivy
Starnes
?
"
"
Oh
yes
.
"
"
I
keep
thinking
that
this
was
what
she
would
have
enjoyed
—
the
spectacle
of
those
passengers
tonight
.
This
was
what
she
’
s
after
.
But
we
—
we
can
’
t
live
with
it
,
you
and
I
,
can
we
?
No
one
can
live
with
it
.
It
’
s
not
possible
to
live
with
it
.
"
"
What
makes
you
think
that
Ivy
Starnes
’
s
purpose
is
life
?
"
Somewhere
on
the
edge
of
her
mind
—
like
the
wisps
she
saw
floating
on
the
edges
of
the
prairie
,
neither
quite
rays
nor
fog
nor
cloud
—
she
felt
some
shape
which
she
could
not
grasp
,
half
-
suggested
and
demanding
to
be
grasped
.
She
did
not
speak
,
and
—
like
the
links
of
a
chain
unrolling
through
their
silence
—
the
rhythm
of
their
steps
went
on
,
spaced
to
the
ties
,
scored
by
the
dry
,
swift
beat
of
heels
on
wood
.
