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A
man
’
s
voice
answered
indifferently
,
"
About
an
hour
.
"
The
man
looked
after
her
,
sleepily
astonished
,
because
she
leaped
to
her
feet
and
rushed
to
the
door
.
There
was
a
cold
wind
outside
,
and
an
empty
stretch
of
land
under
an
empty
sky
.
She
heard
weeds
rustling
in
the
darkness
.
Far
ahead
,
she
saw
the
figures
of
men
standing
by
the
engine
—
and
above
them
,
hanging
detached
in
the
sky
,
the
red
light
of
a
signal
.
She
walked
rapidly
toward
them
,
past
the
motionless
line
of
wheels
.
No
one
paid
attention
to
her
when
she
approached
.
The
train
crew
and
a
few
passengers
stood
clustered
under
the
red
light
.
They
had
stopped
talking
,
they
seemed
to
be
waiting
in
placid
indifference
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
she
asked
.
The
engineer
turned
,
astonished
.
Her
question
had
sounded
like
an
order
,
not
like
the
amateur
curiosity
of
a
passenger
.
She
stood
,
hands
in
pockets
,
coat
collar
raised
,
the
wind
beating
her
hair
in
strands
across
her
face
.
"
Red
light
,
lady
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
up
with
his
thumb
.
"
How
long
has
it
been
on
?
"
"
An
hour
.
"
"
We
’
re
off
the
main
track
,
aren
’
t
we
?
"
