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It
seemed
to
her
that
it
took
a
long
time
,
as
if
her
arm
had
to
move
against
some
atmospheric
pressure
that
no
human
body
could
combat
—
and
in
the
span
of
these
few
brief
moments
,
in
the
stillness
of
a
blinding
pain
,
she
knew
what
Francisco
had
felt
,
that
night
,
twelve
years
ago
—
and
what
a
boy
of
twenty
-
six
had
felt
when
he
had
looked
at
his
motor
for
the
last
time
.
"
Miss
Taggart
!
"
cried
the
chief
engineer
.
"
We
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
!
"
The
receiver
clicked
softly
back
into
its
cradle
.
"
I
don
’
t
,
either
,
"
she
answered
.
In
a
moment
,
she
knew
it
was
over
.
She
heard
her
voice
telling
the
man
to
check
further
and
report
to
her
later
—
and
she
waited
for
the
sound
of
his
steps
to
vanish
in
the
echoing
silence
of
the
hall
.
Crossing
the
concourse
of
the
Terminal
for
the
last
time
,
she
glanced
at
the
statue
of
Nathaniel
Taggart
—
and
remembered
a
promise
she
had
made
.
It
would
be
only
a
symbol
now
,
she
thought
,
but
it
would
be
the
kind
of
farewell
that
Nathaniel
Taggart
deserved
.
She
had
no
other
writing
instrument
,
so
she
took
the
lipstick
from
her
bag
and
,
smiling
up
at
the
marble
face
of
the
man
who
would
have
understood
,
she
drew
a
large
sign
of
the
dollar
on
the
pedestal
under
his
feet
.
She
was
first
to
reach
the
corner
,
two
blocks
east
of
the
Terminal
entrance
.
As
she
waited
,
she
observed
the
first
trickles
of
the
panic
that
was
soon
to
engulf
the
city
:
there
were
automobiles
driving
too
fast
,
some
of
them
loaded
with
household
effects
,
there
were
too
many
police
cars
speeding
by
,
and
too
many
sirens
bursting
in
the
distance
.
The
news
of
the
destruction
of
the
Bridge
was
apparently
spreading
through
the
city
;
they
would
know
that
the
city
was
doomed
and
they
would
start
a
stampede
to
escape
—
but
they
had
no
place
to
go
,
and
it
was
not
her
concern
any
longer
.
She
saw
Francisco
’
s
figure
approaching
from
some
distance
away
;
she
recognized
the
swiftness
of
his
walk
,
before
she
could
distinguish
the
face
under
the
cap
pulled
low
over
his
eyes
.
She
caught
the
moment
when
he
saw
her
,
as
he
came
closer
.
He
waved
his
arm
,
with
a
smile
of
greeting
.
Some
conscious
stress
in
the
sweep
of
his
arm
made
it
the
gesture
of
a
d
’
Anconia
,
welcoming
the
arrival
of
a
long
-
awaited
traveler
at
the
gates
of
his
own
domain
.
When
he
approached
,
she
stood
solemnly
straight
and
,
looking
at
his
face
and
at
the
buildings
of
the
greatest
city
in
the
world
,
as
at
the
kind
of
witnesses
she
wanted
,
she
said
slowly
,
her
voice
confident
and
steady
:
"
I
swear
—
by
my
life
and
my
love
of
it
—
that
I
will
never
live
for
the
sake
of
another
man
,
nor
ask
another
man
to
live
for
mine
.
"
