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"
g
--
--
"
He
looked
up
as
Tom
's
broad
hand
fell
sharply
on
his
shoulder
.
"
What
you
want
,
fella
?
"
"
What
happened
?
--
that
's
what
I
want
to
know
.
"
"
Auto
hit
her
.
Ins
'
antly
killed
.
"
"
Instantly
killed
,
"
repeated
Tom
,
staring
.
"
She
ran
out
ina
road
.
Son-of-a-bitch
did
n't
even
stopus
car
.
"
"
There
was
two
cars
,
"
said
Michaelis
,
"
one
comin
'
,
one
goin
'
,
see
?
"
"
Going
where
?
"
asked
the
policeman
keenly
.
"
One
goin
'
each
way
.
Well
,
she
.
"
--
his
hand
rose
toward
the
blankets
but
stopped
half
way
and
fell
to
his
side
--
--
"
she
ran
out
there
an
'
the
one
comin
'
from
N'york
knock
right
into
her
,
goin
'
thirty
or
forty
miles
an
hour
.
"
"
What
's
the
name
of
this
place
here
?
"
demanded
the
officer
.
"
Has
n't
got
any
name
.
"
