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He
made
a
movement
to
turn
,
and
she
raised
her
voice
:
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
go
!
"
He
smiled
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
smiled
at
her
in
the
past
three
months
;
it
was
not
the
kind
of
smile
she
could
care
to
see
.
"
I
forbid
you
to
leave
us
tonight
!
"
He
turned
and
left
the
room
.
Sitting
at
the
wheel
of
his
car
,
with
the
glassy
,
frozen
road
flying
at
his
face
and
down
under
the
wheels
at
sixty
miles
an
hour
,
he
let
the
thought
of
his
family
drop
away
from
him
—
and
the
vision
of
their
faces
went
rolling
back
into
the
abyss
of
speed
that
swallowed
the
bare
trees
and
lonely
structures
of
the
roadside
.
There
was
little
traffic
,
and
few
lights
in
the
distant
clusters
of
the
towns
he
passed
;
the
emptiness
of
inactivity
was
the
only
sign
of
a
holiday
.
A
hazy
glow
,
rusted
by
frost
,
flashed
above
the
roof
of
a
factory
once
in
a
rare
while
,
and
a
cold
wind
shrieked
through
the
joints
of
his
car
,
beating
the
canvas
top
against
the
metal
frame
.
By
some
dim
sense
of
contrast
,
which
he
did
not
define
,
the
thought
of
his
family
was
replaced
by
the
thought
of
his
encounter
with
the
Wet
Nurse
,
the
Washington
boy
of
his
mills
.
At
the
time
of
his
indictment
,
he
had
discovered
that
the
boy
had
known
about
his
deal
with
Danagger
,
yet
had
not
reported
it
to
anyone
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
inform
your
friends
about
me
?
"
he
had
asked
.
The
boy
had
answered
brusquely
,
not
looking
at
him
,
"
Didn
’
t
want
to
.
"
"
It
was
part
of
your
job
to
watch
precisely
for
things
of
that
kind
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Besides
,
your
friends
would
have
been
delighted
to
hear
it
.
"
