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He
ran
in
the
direction
of
the
voice
.
He
found
her
standing
in
the
middle
of
a
room
,
her
hands
bleeding
,
her
stockings
torn
,
her
suit
smeared
with
dust
,
a
bunch
of
papers
clutched
in
her
hand
.
"
Hank
,
what
does
this
look
like
?
"
she
asked
,
pointing
at
an
odd
piece
of
wreckage
at
her
feet
;
her
voice
had
the
intense
,
obsessed
tone
of
a
person
stunned
by
a
shock
,
cut
off
from
reality
.
"
What
does
it
look
like
?
"
"
Are
you
hurt
?
What
happened
?
"
"
No
!
.
.
.
Oh
,
never
mind
,
don
’
t
look
at
me
!
I
’
m
all
right
.
Look
at
this
.
Do
you
know
what
that
is
?
"
"
What
did
you
do
to
yourself
?
"
"
I
had
to
dig
it
out
of
there
.
I
’
m
all
right
.
"
"
You
’
re
shaking
.
"
"
You
will
,
too
,
in
a
moment
.
Hank
!
Look
at
it
.
Just
look
and
tell
me
what
you
think
it
is
.
"
He
glanced
down
,
then
looked
attentively
—
then
he
was
sitting
on
the
floor
,
studying
the
object
intently
.
"
It
’
s
a
queer
way
to
put
a
motor
together
,
"
he
said
,
frowning
.
