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He
remained
silent
and
he
wondered
why
the
worker
’
s
eyes
—
the
eyes
that
always
seemed
to
see
everything
within
him
—
made
him
feel
uneasy
tonight
.
He
glanced
down
at
the
table
,
and
he
noticed
the
butts
of
many
cigarettes
among
the
remnants
of
food
on
the
worker
’
s
plate
.
"
Are
you
in
trouble
,
too
?
"
asked
Eddie
.
"
Oh
,
just
that
you
’
ve
sat
here
for
a
long
time
tonight
,
haven
’
t
you
?
.
.
.
For
me
?
Why
should
you
have
wanted
to
wait
for
me
?
.
.
.
You
know
,
I
never
thought
you
cared
whether
you
saw
me
or
not
,
me
or
anybody
,
you
seemed
so
complete
in
yourself
,
and
that
’
s
why
I
liked
to
talk
to
you
,
because
I
felt
that
you
always
understood
,
but
nothing
could
hurt
you
—
you
looked
as
if
nothing
had
ever
hurt
you
—
and
it
made
me
feel
free
,
as
if
.
.
.
as
if
there
were
no
pain
in
the
world
.
.
.
Do
you
know
what
’
s
strange
about
your
face
?
You
look
as
if
you
’
ve
never
known
pain
or
fear
or
guilt
.
.
.
I
’
m
sorry
I
’
m
so
late
tonight
.
I
had
to
see
her
off
—
she
has
just
left
,
on
the
Comet
.
.
.
Yes
,
tonight
,
just
now
.
.
.
.
Yes
,
she
’
s
gone
.
.
.
Yes
,
it
was
a
sudden
decision
—
within
the
past
hour
.
She
intended
to
leave
tomorrow
night
,
but
something
unexpected
happened
and
she
had
to
go
at
once
.
.
.
Yes
,
she
’
s
going
to
Colorado
—
afterwards
.
.
.
To
Utah
—
first
.
.
.
Because
she
got
a
letter
from
Quentin
Daniels
that
he
’
s
quitting
—
and
the
one
thing
she
won
’
t
give
up
,
couldn
’
t
stand
to
give
up
,
is
the
motor
.
You
remember
,
the
motor
I
told
you
about
,
the
remnant
that
she
found
.
.
.
Daniels
?
He
’
s
a
physicist
who
’
s
been
working
for
the
past
year
,
at
the
Utah
Institute
of
Technology
,
trying
to
solve
the
secret
of
the
motor
and
to
rebuild
it
.
.
.
Why
do
you
look
at
me
like
that
?
.
.
.
No
,
I
haven
’
t
told
you
about
him
before
,
because
it
was
a
secret
.
It
was
a
private
,
secret
project
of
her
own
—
and
of
what
interest
would
it
have
been
to
you
,
anyway
?
.
.
.
I
guess
I
can
talk
about
it
now
,
because
he
’
s
quit
.
.
.
Yes
,
he
told
her
his
reasons
.
He
said
that
he
won
’
t
give
anything
produced
by
his
mind
to
a
world
that
regards
him
as
a
slave
.
He
said
that
he
won
’
t
be
made
a
martyr
to
people
in
exchange
for
giving
them
an
inestimable
benefit
.
.
.
What
—
what
are
you
laughing
at
?
.
.
.
Stop
it
,
will
you
?
Why
do
you
laugh
like
that
?
.
.
.
The
whole
secret
?
What
do
you
mean
,
the
whole
secret
?
He
hasn
’
t
found
the
whole
secret
of
the
motor
,
if
that
’
s
what
you
meant
,
but
he
seemed
to
be
doing
well
,
he
had
a
good
chance
.
Now
it
’
s
lost
.
She
’
s
rushing
to
him
,
she
wants
to
plead
,
to
hold
him
,
to
make
him
go
on
—
but
I
think
it
’
s
useless
.
Once
they
stop
,
they
don
’
t
come
back
again
.
Not
one
of
them
has
.
.
.
No
,
I
don
’
t
care
,
not
any
more
,
we
’
ve
taken
so
many
losses
that
I
’
m
getting
used
to
it
.
.
.
Oh
no
!
It
’
s
not
Daniels
that
I
can
’
t
take
,
it
’
s
—
no
,
drop
it
.
Don
’
t
question
me
about
it
.
The
whole
world
is
going
to
pieces
,
she
’
s
still
fighting
to
save
it
,
and
I
—
I
sit
here
damning
her
for
something
I
had
no
right
to
know
.
.
.
No
!
She
’
s
done
nothing
to
be
damned
,
nothing
—
and
,
besides
,
it
doesn
’
t
concern
the
railroad
.
.
.
Don
’
t
pay
any
attention
to
me
,
it
’
s
not
true
,
it
’
s
not
her
that
I
’
m
damning
,
it
’
s
myself
.
.
.
Listen
,
I
’
ve
always
known
that
you
loved
Taggart
Transcontinental
as
I
loved
it
,
that
it
meant
something
special
to
you
,
something
personal
,
and
that
was
why
you
liked
to
hear
me
talk
about
it
.
But
this
—
the
thing
I
learned
today
—
this
has
nothing
to
do
with
the
railroad
.
It
would
be
of
no
importance
to
you
.
Forget
it
.
.
.
It
’
s
something
that
I
didn
’
t
know
about
her
,
that
’
s
all
.
.
.
.
I
grew
up
with
her
.
I
thought
I
knew
her
.
I
didn
’
t
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
was
that
I
expected
.
I
suppose
I
just
thought
that
she
had
no
private
life
of
any
kind
.
To
me
,
she
was
not
a
person
and
not
.
.
.
not
a
woman
.
She
was
the
railroad
.
And
I
didn
’
t
think
that
anyone
would
ever
have
the
audacity
to
look
at
her
in
any
other
way
.
