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It
was
a
whisper
struggling
to
be
a
cry
,
it
was
the
terrible
sound
of
eagerness
fighting
against
a
voice
that
could
be
nothing
but
a
moan
of
pain
.
He
did
not
know
which
came
first
,
it
felt
like
a
single
shock
:
his
thought
that
the
voice
was
familiar
,
a
ray
of
moonlight
breaking
through
the
cotton
,
the
movement
of
falling
down
on
his
knees
by
the
white
oval
of
a
face
,
and
the
recognition
.
It
was
the
Wet
Nurse
.
He
felt
the
boy
’
s
hand
clutching
his
with
the
abnormal
strength
of
agony
,
while
he
was
noticing
the
tortured
lines
of
the
face
,
the
drained
lips
,
the
glazing
eyes
and
the
thin
,
dark
trickle
from
a
small
,
black
hole
in
too
wrong
,
too
close
a
spot
on
the
left
side
of
the
boy
’
s
chest
.
"
Mr
.
Rearden
.
.
.
I
wanted
to
stop
them
.
.
.
I
wanted
to
save
you
.
.
.
"
"
What
happened
to
you
,
kid
?
"
"
They
shot
me
,
so
I
wouldn
’
t
talk
.
.
.
I
wanted
to
prevent
"
—
his
hand
fumbled
toward
the
red
glare
in
the
sky
—
"
what
they
’
re
doing
.
.
.
I
was
too
late
,
but
I
’
ve
tried
to
.
.
.
I
’
ve
tried
.
.
.
And
.
.
.
and
I
’
m
still
able
.
.
.
to
talk
.
.
.
Listen
,
they
—
"
"
You
need
help
.
Let
’
s
get
you
to
a
hospital
and
—
"
"
No
!
Wait
!
I
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
have
much
time
left
to
me
and
.
.
.
and
I
’
ve
got
to
tell
you
.
.
.
Listen
,
that
riot
.
.
.
it
’
s
staged
.
.
.
on
orders
from
Washington
.
.
.
It
’
s
not
workers
.
.
.
not
your
workers
.
.
.
it
’
s
those
new
boys
of
theirs
and
.
.
.
and
a
lot
of
goons
hired
on
the
outside
.
.
.
Don
’
t
believe
a
word
they
’
ll
tell
you
about
it
.
.
.
It
’
s
a
frame
-
up
.
.
.
it
’
s
their
rotten
kind
of
frame
-
up
.
.
.
"
There
was
a
desperate
intensity
in
the
boy
’
s
face
,
the
intensity
of
a
crusader
’
s
battle
,
his
voice
seemed
to
gain
a
sound
of
life
from
some
fuel
burning
in
broken
spurts
within
him
—
and
Rearden
knew
that
the
greatest
assistance
he
could
now
render
was
to
listen
.
