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"
All
I
want
from
him
now
is
that
he
doesn
’
t
give
up
and
vanish
,
like
.
.
.
like
all
those
others
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
let
them
get
him
.
If
it
’
s
not
too
late
—
oh
God
,
I
don
’
t
want
them
to
get
him
!
.
.
.
Yes
,
Operator
,
keep
ringing
!
"
"
What
good
will
it
do
us
,
even
if
he
continues
to
work
?
"
"
That
’
s
all
I
’
ll
beg
him
to
do
—
just
to
continue
.
Maybe
we
’
ll
never
get
a
chance
to
use
the
motor
in
the
future
.
But
I
want
to
know
that
somewhere
in
the
world
there
’
s
still
a
great
brain
at
work
on
a
great
attempt
—
and
that
we
still
have
a
chance
at
a
future
.
.
.
If
that
motor
is
abandoned
again
,
then
there
’
s
nothing
but
Starnesville
ahead
of
us
.
"
"
Yes
.
I
know
.
"
She
held
the
receiver
pressed
to
her
ear
,
her
arm
stiff
with
the
effort
not
to
tremble
.
She
waited
,
and
he
heard
,
in
the
silence
,
the
futile
clicking
of
the
unanswered
call
.
"
He
’
s
gone
,
"
she
said
.
"
They
got
him
.
A
week
is
much
longer
than
they
need
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
they
learn
when
the
time
is
right
,
but
this
"
—
she
pointed
at
the
letter
—
"
this
was
their
time
and
they
wouldn
’
t
have
missed
it
.
"
"
Who
?
"
"
The
destroyer
’
s
agents
.
"
"
Are
you
beginning
to
think
that
they
really
exist
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
