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"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
Hold
the
line
.
"
She
leaned
against
the
side
of
the
phone
box
,
to
wait
.
Kellogg
was
smiling
.
"
And
you
propose
to
run
a
railroad
—
a
transcontinental
railroad
—
with
that
?
"
he
asked
.
She
shrugged
.
She
could
not
keep
her
eyes
off
the
beacon
.
It
seemed
so
close
,
so
easily
within
her
reach
.
She
felt
as
if
the
unconfessed
thought
were
struggling
furiously
against
her
,
splattering
bits
of
the
struggle
all
over
her
mind
:
A
man
able
to
harness
an
untapped
source
of
energy
,
a
man
working
on
a
motor
to
make
all
other
motors
useless
.
.
.
she
could
be
talking
to
him
,
to
his
kind
of
brain
,
in
a
few
hours
.
.
.
in
just
a
few
hours
.
.
.
What
if
there
was
no
need
to
hurry
to
him
?
It
was
what
she
wanted
to
do
.
It
was
all
she
wanted
.
.
.
Her
work
?
What
was
her
work
:
to
move
on
to
the
fullest
,
most
exacting
use
of
her
mind
—
or
to
spend
the
rest
of
her
life
doing
his
thinking
for
a
man
unfit
to
be
a
night
dispatcher
?
Why
had
she
chosen
to
work
?
Was
it
in
order
to
remain
where
she
had
started
—
night
operator
of
Rockdale
Station
—
no
,
lower
than
that
—
she
had
been
better
than
that
dispatcher
,
even
at
Rockdale
—
was
this
to
be
the
final
sum
:
an
end
lower
than
her
beginning
?
.
.
.
There
was
no
reason
to
hurry
?
She
was
the
reason
.
.
.
They
needed
the
trains
,
but
they
did
not
need
the
motor
?
She
needed
the
motor
.
.
.
Her
duty
?
To
whom
?
The
dispatcher
was
gone
for
a
long
time
;
when
he
came
back
,
his
voice
sounded
sulky
:
"
Well
,
the
wiper
says
he
can
get
the
men
all
right
,
but
it
’
s
no
use
,
because
how
am
I
going
to
send
them
out
to
you
?
We
have
no
engine
.
"
