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- Стр. 986/1581
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She
went
on
speaking
—
and
he
listened
,
looking
down
at
his
pad
,
making
a
brief
notation
once
in
a
while
.
He
did
not
permit
himself
to
look
at
her
again
.
She
threw
the
door
of
her
closet
open
,
jerked
a
suit
off
a
hanger
and
folded
it
rapidly
,
while
her
voice
went
on
with
unhurried
precision
.
He
did
not
look
up
,
he
was
aware
of
her
only
by
means
of
sound
:
the
sound
of
the
swift
movements
and
of
the
measured
voice
.
He
knew
what
was
wrong
with
him
,
he
thought
;
he
did
not
want
her
to
leave
,
he
did
not
want
to
lose
her
again
,
after
so
brief
a
moment
of
reunion
.
But
to
indulge
any
personal
loneliness
,
at
a
time
when
he
knew
how
desperately
the
railroad
needed
her
in
Colorado
,
was
an
act
of
disloyalty
he
had
never
committed
before
—
and
he
felt
a
vague
,
desolate
sense
of
guilt
.
"
Send
out
orders
that
the
Comet
is
to
stop
at
every
division
point
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
that
all
division
superintendents
are
to
prepare
for
me
a
report
on
—
"
He
glanced
up
—
then
his
glance
stopped
and
he
did
not
hear
the
rest
of
the
words
.
He
saw
a
man
’
s
dressing
gown
hanging
on
the
back
of
the
open
closet
door
,
a
dark
blue
gown
with
the
white
initials
HR
on
its
breast
pocket
.
He
remembered
where
he
had
seen
that
gown
before
,
he
remembered
the
man
facing
him
across
a
breakfast
table
in
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
,
he
remembered
that
man
coming
,
unannounced
,
to
her
office
late
on
a
Thanksgiving
night
—
and
the
realization
that
he
should
have
known
it
,
came
to
him
as
two
subterranean
jolts
of
a
single
earthquake
:
it
came
with
a
feeling
that
screamed
"
No
!
"
so
savagely
that
the
scream
,
not
the
sight
,
brought
down
every
girder
within
him
.
It
was
not
the
shock
of
the
discovery
,
but
the
more
terrible
shock
of
what
it
made
him
discover
about
himself
.
He
hung
on
to
a
single
thought
;
that
he
must
not
let
her
see
what
he
had
noticed
or
what
it
had
done
to
him
.
He
felt
a
sensation
of
embarrassment
magnified
to
the
point
of
physical
torture
;
it
was
the
dread
of
violating
her
privacy
twice
:
by
learning
her
secret
and
by
revealing
his
own
.
He
bent
lower
over
the
note
pad
and
concentrated
on
an
immediate
purpose
:
to
stop
his
pencil
from
shaking
.
"
.
.
.
fifty
miles
of
mountain
trackage
to
build
,
and
we
can
count
on
nothing
but
whatever
material
we
own
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
barely
audible
,
"
I
didn
’
t
hear
what
you
said
.
"
