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"
Hard
to
tell
.
"
"
Wire
me
when
you
get
there
,
will
you
?
If
it
looks
as
if
it
’
s
going
to
be
long
,
I
’
ll
join
you
there
.
"
This
was
the
only
expression
he
could
give
to
the
words
he
had
desperately
wished
to
say
to
her
,
had
waited
for
,
had
come
here
to
say
,
and
now
wished
to
pronounce
more
than
ever
,
but
knew
that
it
must
not
be
said
tonight
.
She
knew
,
by
a
faint
,
solemn
stress
in
the
tone
of
his
voice
,
that
this
was
his
acceptance
of
her
confession
,
his
surrender
,
his
forgiveness
.
She
asked
,
"
Can
you
leave
the
mills
?
"
"
It
will
take
me
a
few
days
to
arrange
,
but
I
can
.
"
He
knew
what
her
words
were
admitting
,
acknowledging
and
forgiving
him
,
when
she
said
,
"
Hank
,
why
don
’
t
you
meet
me
in
Colorado
in
a
week
?
If
you
fly
your
plane
,
we
’
ll
both
get
there
at
the
same
time
.
And
then
we
’
ll
come
back
together
.
"
"
All
right
.
.
.
dearest
.
"
She
dictated
a
list
of
instructions
,
while
pacing
her
bedroom
,
gathering
her
clothes
,
hastily
packing
a
suitcase
.
Rearden
had
left
;
Eddie
Willers
sat
at
her
dressing
table
,
making
notes
.
He
seemed
to
work
in
his
usual
manner
of
unquestioning
efficiency
,
as
if
he
were
not
aware
of
the
perfume
bottles
and
powder
boxes
,
as
if
the
dressing
table
were
a
desk
and
the
room
were
only
an
office
.
"
I
’
ll
phone
you
from
Chicago
,
Omaha
,
Flagstaff
and
Afton
,
"
she
said
,
tossing
underwear
into
the
suitcase
.
"
If
you
need
me
in
between
,
call
any
operator
along
the
line
,
with
orders
to
flag
the
train
.
"
"
The
Comet
?
"
he
asked
mildly
.
