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Danagger
laughed
.
"
If
you
’
ve
guessed
that
much
,
you
should
have
guessed
that
it
’
s
a
question
I
won
’
t
answer
.
"
"
Oh
God
,
Ken
Danagger
!
"
she
moaned
;
his
words
made
her
realize
that
the
barrier
of
hopelessness
,
of
silence
,
of
unanswered
questions
was
already
erected
between
them
;
the
hatred
had
been
only
a
thin
wire
that
had
held
her
for
a
moment
and
she
broke
with
its
breaking
.
"
Oh
God
!
"
"
You
’
re
wrong
,
kid
,
"
he
said
gently
.
"
I
know
how
you
feel
,
but
you
’
re
wrong
,
"
then
added
more
formally
,
as
if
remembering
the
proper
manner
,
as
if
still
trying
to
balance
himself
between
two
kinds
of
reality
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
Miss
Taggart
,
that
you
had
to
come
here
so
soon
after
.
"
"
I
came
too
late
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
came
here
to
prevent
.
I
knew
it
would
happen
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
I
felt
certain
that
he
’
d
get
you
next
,
whoever
he
is
.
"
"
You
did
?
That
’
s
funny
.
I
didn
’
t
.
"
"
I
wanted
to
warn
you
,
to
.
.
.
to
arm
you
against
him
.
"
He
smiled
.
