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She
had
seen
it
in
the
faces
of
the
men
at
the
stations
.
The
track
workers
,
the
switchmen
,
the
yardmen
,
who
had
always
greeted
her
,
anywhere
along
the
line
,
their
cheerful
grins
boasting
that
they
knew
who
she
was
—
had
now
looked
at
her
stonily
,
turning
away
,
their
faces
wary
and
closed
.
She
had
wanted
to
cry
to
them
in
apology
,
"
It
’
s
not
I
who
’
ve
done
it
to
you
!
"
—
then
had
remembered
that
she
had
accepted
it
and
that
they
now
had
the
right
to
hate
her
,
that
she
was
both
a
slave
and
a
driver
of
slaves
,
and
so
was
every
human
being
in
the
country
,
and
hatred
was
the
only
thing
that
men
could
now
feel
for
one
another
.
She
had
found
reassurance
,
for
two
days
,
in
the
sight
of
the
cities
moving
past
her
window
—
the
factories
,
the
bridges
,
the
electric
signs
,
the
billboards
pressing
down
upon
the
roofs
of
homes
—
the
crowded
,
grimy
,
active
,
living
conflux
of
the
industrial
East
.
But
the
cities
had
been
left
behind
.
The
train
was
now
diving
into
the
prairies
of
Nebraska
,
the
rattle
of
its
couplers
sounding
as
if
it
were
shivering
with
cold
.
She
saw
lonely
shapes
that
had
been
farmhouses
in
the
vacant
stretches
that
had
been
fields
.
But
the
great
burst
of
energy
,
in
the
East
,
generations
ago
,
had
splattered
bright
trickles
to
run
through
the
emptiness
;
some
were
gone
,
but
some
still
lived
.
She
was
startled
when
the
lights
of
a
small
town
swept
across
her
car
and
,
vanishing
,
left
it
darker
than
it
had
been
before
.
She
would
not
move
to
turn
on
the
light
.
She
sat
still
,
watching
the
rare
towns
.
Whenever
an
electric
beam
went
flashing
briefly
at
her
face
,
it
was
like
a
moment
’
s
greeting
.
When
she
opened
her
eyes
,
she
saw
sunlight
,
green
leaves
and
a
man
’
s
face
.
She
thought
:
I
know
what
this
is
.
This
was
the
world
as
she
had
expected
to
see
it
at
sixteen
—
and
now
she
had
reached
it
—
and
it
seemed
so
simple
,
so
unastonishing
,
that
the
thing
she
felt
was
like
a
blessing
pronounced
upon
the
universe
by
means
of
three
words
:
But
of
course
.
She
was
looking
up
at
the
face
of
a
man
who
knelt
by
her
side
,
and
she
knew
that
in
all
the
years
behind
her
,
this
was
what
she
would
have
given
her
life
to
see
:
a
face
that
bore
no
mark
of
pain
or
fear
or
guilt
.
The
shape
of
his
mouth
was
pride
,
and
more
:
it
was
as
if
he
took
pride
in
being
proud
.
The
angular
planes
of
his
cheeks
made
her
think
of
arrogance
,
of
tension
,
of
scorn
—
yet
the
face
had
none
of
these
qualities
,
it
had
their
final
sum
:
a
look
of
serene
determination
and
of
certainty
,
and
the
look
of
a
ruthless
innocence
which
would
not
seek
forgiveness
or
grant
it
.
It
was
a
face
that
had
nothing
to
hide
or
to
escape
,
a
face
with
no
fear
of
being
seen
,
or
of
seeing
,
so
that
the
first
thing
she
grasped
about
him
was
the
intense
perceptiveness
of
his
eyes
—
he
looked
as
if
his
faculty
of
sight
were
his
best
-
loved
tool
and
its
exercise
were
a
limitless
,
joyous
adventure
,
as
if
his
eyes
imparted
a
superlative
value
to
himself
and
to
the
world
—
to
himself
for
his
ability
to
see
,
to
the
world
for
being
a
place
so
eagerly
worth
seeing
.
It
seemed
to
her
for
a
moment
that
she
was
in
the
presence
of
a
being
who
was
pure
consciousness
—
yet
she
had
never
been
so
aware
of
a
man
’
s
body
.
The
light
cloth
of
his
shirt
seemed
to
stress
,
rather
than
hide
,
the
structure
of
his
figure
,
his
skin
was
suntanned
,
his
body
had
the
hardness
,
the
gaunt
,
tensile
strength
,
the
clean
precision
of
a
foundry
casting
,
he
looked
as
if
he
were
poured
out
of
metal
,
but
some
dimmed
,
soft
-
lustered
metal
,
like
an
aluminum
-
copper
alloy
,
the
color
of
his
skin
blending
with
the
chestnut
-
brown
of
his
hair
,
the
loose
strands
of
the
hair
shading
from
brown
to
gold
in
the
sun
,
and
his
eyes
completing
the
colors
,
as
the
one
part
of
the
casting
left
undimmed
and
harshly
lustrous
:
his
eyes
were
the
deep
,
dark
green
of
light
glinting
on
metal
.
He
was
looking
down
at
her
with
the
faint
trace
of
a
smile
,
it
was
not
a
look
of
discovery
,
but
of
familiar
contemplation
—
as
if
he
,
too
,
were
seeing
the
long
-
expected
and
the
never
-
doubted
.
