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She
knew
only
that
she
had
to
escape
and
that
escape
was
impossible
.
She
had
to
escape
from
Jim
,
she
thought
.
Where
?
—
she
asked
,
looking
around
her
with
a
glance
like
a
cry
of
prayer
.
She
would
have
seized
upon
a
job
in
a
five
-
and
-
ten
,
or
in
that
laundry
,
or
in
any
of
the
dismal
shops
she
passed
.
But
she
would
work
,
she
thought
,
and
the
harder
she
worked
,
the
more
malevolence
she
would
draw
from
the
people
around
her
,
and
she
would
not
know
when
truth
would
be
expected
of
her
and
when
a
lie
,
but
the
stricter
her
honesty
,
the
greater
the
fraud
she
would
be
asked
to
suffer
at
their
hands
.
She
had
seen
it
before
and
had
borne
it
,
in
the
home
of
her
family
,
in
the
shops
of
the
slums
,
but
she
had
thought
that
these
were
vicious
exceptions
,
chance
evils
,
to
escape
and
forget
.
Now
she
knew
that
they
were
not
exceptions
,
that
theirs
was
the
code
accepted
by
the
world
,
that
it
was
a
creed
of
living
,
known
by
all
,
but
kept
unnamed
,
leering
at
her
from
people
’
s
eyes
in
that
sly
,
guilty
look
she
had
never
been
able
to
understand
—
and
at
the
root
of
the
creed
,
hidden
by
silence
,
lying
in
wait
for
her
in
the
cellars
of
the
city
and
in
the
cellars
of
their
souls
,
there
was
a
thing
with
which
one
could
not
live
.
Why
are
you
doing
it
to
me
?
—
she
cried
soundlessly
to
the
darkness
around
her
.
Because
you
’
re
good
—
some
enormous
laughter
seemed
to
be
answering
from
the
roof
tops
and
from
the
sewers
.
Then
I
won
’
t
want
to
be
good
any
longer
—
But
you
will
—
I
don
’
t
have
to
—
You
will
—
I
can
’
t
bear
it
—
You
will
.
She
shuddered
and
walked
faster
—
but
ahead
of
her
,
in
the
foggy
distance
,
she
saw
the
calendar
above
the
roofs
of
the
city
—
it
was
long
past
midnight
and
the
calendar
said
:
August
6
,
but
it
seemed
to
her
suddenly
that
she
saw
September
2
written
above
the
city
in
letters
of
blood
—
and
she
thought
:
If
she
worked
,
if
she
struggled
,
if
she
rose
,
she
would
take
a
harder
beating
with
each
step
of
her
climb
,
until
,
at
the
end
,
whatever
she
reached
,
be
it
a
copper
company
or
an
unmortgaged
cottage
,
she
would
see
it
seized
by
Jim
on
some
September
2
and
she
would
see
it
vanish
to
pay
for
the
parties
where
Jim
made
his
deals
with
his
friends
.
Then
I
won
’
t
!
—
she
screamed
and
whirled
around
and
went
running
back
along
the
street
—
but
it
seemed
to
her
that
in
the
black
sky
,
grinning
at
her
from
the
steam
of
the
laundry
,
there
weaved
an
enormous
figure
that
would
hold
no
shape
,
but
its
grin
remained
the
same
on
its
changing
faces
,
and
its
face
was
Jim
’
s
and
her
childhood
preacher
’
s
and
the
woman
social
worker
’
s
from
the
personnel
department
of
the
five
-
and
-
ten
—
and
the
grin
seemed
to
say
to
her
:
People
like
you
will
always
stay
honest
,
people
like
you
will
always
struggle
to
rise
,
people
like
you
will
always
work
,
so
we
’
re
safe
and
you
have
no
choice
.
She
ran
.
When
she
looked
around
her
once
more
,
she
was
walking
down
a
quiet
street
,
past
the
glass
doorways
where
lights
were
burning
in
the
carpeted
lobbies
of
luxurious
buildings
.
She
noticed
that
she
was
limping
,
and
saw
that
the
heel
of
her
pump
was
loose
;
she
had
broken
it
somewhere
in
her
blank
span
of
running
.
From
the
sudden
space
of
a
broad
intersection
,
she
looked
at
the
great
skyscrapers
in
the
distance
.
They
were
vanishing
quietly
into
a
veil
of
fog
,
with
the
faint
breath
of
a
glow
behind
them
,
with
a
few
lights
like
a
smile
of
farewell
.
Once
,
they
had
been
a
promise
,
and
from
the
midst
of
the
stagnant
sloth
around
her
she
had
looked
to
them
for
proof
that
another
kind
of
men
existed
.
Now
she
knew
that
they
were
tombstones
,
slender
obelisks
soaring
in
memory
of
the
men
who
had
been
destroyed
for
having
created
them
,
they
were
the
frozen
shape
of
the
silent
cry
that
the
reward
of
achievement
was
martyrdom
.
Somewhere
in
one
of
those
vanishing
towers
,
she
thought
,
there
was
Dagny
—
but
Dagny
was
a
lonely
victim
,
fighting
a
losing
battle
,
to
be
destroyed
and
to
sink
into
fog
like
the
others
.
