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She
was
startled
by
the
sharpness
of
her
own
voice
,
and
she
added
in
apology
,
"
I
don
’
t
like
that
empty
piece
of
slang
.
What
does
it
mean
?
Where
did
it
come
from
?
"
"
Nobody
knows
,
"
he
answered
slowly
.
"
Why
do
people
keep
saying
it
?
Nobody
seems
able
to
explain
just
what
it
stands
for
,
yet
they
all
use
it
as
if
they
knew
the
meaning
.
"
"
Why
does
it
disturb
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
what
they
seem
to
mean
when
they
say
it
.
"
"
I
don
‘
t
,
either
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
Eddie
Willers
ate
his
dinners
in
the
employees
’
cafeteria
of
the
Taggart
Terminal
.
There
was
a
restaurant
in
the
building
,
patronized
by
Taggart
executives
,
but
he
did
not
like
it
.
The
cafeteria
seemed
part
of
the
railroad
,
and
he
felt
more
at
home
.
The
cafeteria
lay
underground
.
It
was
a
large
room
with
walls
of
white
tile
that
glittered
in
the
reflections
of
electric
lights
and
looked
like
silver
brocade
.
It
had
a
high
ceiling
,
sparkling
counters
of
glass
and
chromium
,
a
sense
of
space
and
light
.
There
was
a
railroad
worker
whom
Eddie
Willers
met
at
times
in
the
cafeteria
.
Eddie
liked
his
face
.
They
had
been
drawn
into
a
chance
conversation
once
,
and
then
it
became
their
habit
to
dine
together
whenever
they
happened
to
meet
.
Eddie
had
forgotten
whether
he
had
ever
asked
the
worker
’
s
name
or
the
nature
of
his
job
;
he
supposed
that
the
job
wasn
’
t
much
,
because
the
man
’
s
clothes
were
rough
and
grease
-
stained
.
The
man
was
not
a
person
to
him
,
but
only
a
silent
presence
with
an
enormous
intensity
of
interest
in
the
one
thing
which
was
the
meaning
of
his
own
life
:
in
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
