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She
attempted
to
extricate
the
coil
from
the
scrap
pile
.
It
would
not
move
;
it
was
part
of
some
large
object
.
She
knelt
and
began
to
dig
through
the
junk
.
She
had
cut
her
hands
,
she
was
covered
with
dust
by
the
time
she
stood
up
to
look
at
the
object
she
had
cleared
.
It
was
the
broken
remnant
of
the
model
of
a
motor
.
Most
of
its
parts
were
missing
,
but
enough
was
left
to
convey
some
idea
of
its
former
shape
and
purpose
.
She
had
never
seen
a
motor
of
this
kind
or
anything
resembling
it
.
She
could
not
understand
the
peculiar
design
of
its
parts
or
the
functions
they
were
intended
to
perform
.
She
examined
the
tarnished
tubes
and
odd
-
shaped
connections
.
She
tried
to
guess
their
purpose
,
her
mind
going
over
every
type
of
motor
she
knew
and
every
possible
kind
of
work
its
parts
could
perform
.
None
fitted
the
model
.
It
looked
like
an
electric
motor
,
but
she
could
not
tell
what
fuel
it
was
intended
to
burn
.
It
was
not
designed
for
steam
,
or
oil
,
or
anything
she
could
name
.
Her
sudden
gasp
was
not
a
sound
,
but
a
jolt
that
threw
her
at
the
junk
pile
.
She
was
on
her
hands
and
knees
,
crawling
over
the
wreckage
,
seizing
every
piece
of
paper
in
sight
,
flinging
it
away
,
searching
further
.
Her
hands
were
shaking
.
She
found
part
of
what
she
hoped
had
remained
in
existence
.
It
was
a
thin
sheaf
of
typewritten
pages
clamped
together
—
the
remnant
of
a
manuscript
.
Its
beginning
and
end
were
gone
;
the
bits
of
paper
left
under
the
clamp
showed
the
thick
number
of
pages
it
had
once
contained
.
The
paper
was
yellowed
and
dry
.
The
manuscript
had
been
a
description
of
the
motor
.
From
the
empty
enclosure
of
the
plant
’
s
powerhouse
,
Rearden
heard
her
voice
screaming
,
"
Hank
!
"
It
sounded
like
a
scream
of
terror
.
