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She
noticed
that
this
form
of
pretense
was
as
unreal
to
Mr
.
Meigs
as
it
was
to
her
,
though
for
an
antipodal
reason
.
He
was
looking
at
Jim
with
bored
contempt
.
Jim
appeared
to
her
suddenly
as
a
man
who
had
tried
to
find
a
middle
course
between
two
poles
—
Meigs
and
herself
—
and
who
was
now
seeing
that
his
course
was
narrowing
and
that
he
was
to
be
ground
between
two
straight
walls
.
"
Mr
.
Meigs
,
"
she
asked
,
prompted
by
a
touch
of
bitterly
amused
curiosity
,
"
what
is
your
economic
plan
for
day
after
tomorrow
?
"
She
saw
his
bleary
brown
eyes
focus
upon
her
without
expression
.
"
You
’
re
impractical
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
perfectly
useless
to
theorize
about
the
future
,
"
snapped
Taggart
,
"
when
we
have
to
take
care
of
the
emergency
of
the
moment
.
In
the
long
run
—
"
"
In
the
long
run
,
we
’
ll
all
be
dead
,
"
said
Meigs
.
Then
,
abruptly
,
he
shot
to
his
feet
.
"
I
’
ll
run
along
,
Jim
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ve
got
no
time
to
waste
on
conversations
.
"
He
added
,
"
You
talk
to
her
about
that
matter
of
doing
something
to
stop
all
those
train
wrecks
—
if
she
’
s
the
little
girl
who
’
s
such
a
wizard
at
railroading
.
"
It
was
said
inoffensively
;
he
was
a
man
who
would
not
know
when
he
was
giving
offense
or
taking
it
.
"
I
’
ll
see
you
later
,
Cuffy
,
"
said
Taggart
,
as
Meigs
walked
out
with
no
parting
glance
at
any
of
them
.
Taggart
looked
at
her
,
expectantly
and
fearfully
,
as
if
dreading
her
comment
,
yet
desperately
hoping
to
hear
some
word
,
any
word
.
