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"
Be
right
down
,
"
he
called
back
,
then
turned
to
take
a
last
look
at
the
Fallen
Caryatid
.
His
eyes
were
filled
with
tears
.
He
said
softly
,
"
You
tried
,
didn
’
t
you
,
youngster
?
But
that
stone
was
always
too
heavy
?
too
heavy
for
anyone
.
"
Gently
he
touched
a
hand
of
the
crumpled
figure
,
turned
and
left
.
JUBAL
HAD
A
MISERABLE
TRIP
.
The
taxi
was
automatic
and
it
did
just
what
he
expected
of
machinery
,
developed
trouble
in
the
air
and
homed
for
maintenance
instead
of
carrying
out
its
orders
.
Jubal
wound
up
in
New
York
,
farther
from
where
he
wanted
to
be
than
when
he
started
.
There
he
found
that
he
could
make
better
time
by
commercial
schedule
than
he
could
by
any
charter
available
.
So
he
arrived
hours
later
than
he
expected
to
,
having
spent
the
time
cooped
up
with
strangers
(
which
he
detested
)
and
watching
a
stereo
tank
(
which
he
detested
only
slightly
less
)
.
But
it
did
inform
him
somewhat
.
He
saw
an
insert
of
Supreme
Bishop
Short
proclaiming
a
holy
war
against
the
Antichrist
,
i
.
e
?
Mike
,
and
he
saw
too
many
shots
of
what
was
obviously
an
utterly
ruined
building
–
he
failed
to
see
how
any
of
them
had
escaped
alive
.
Augustus
Greaves
,
in
his
most
solemn
lippmann
tones
,
viewed
with
alarm
everything
about
it
but
pointed
out
that
,
in
every
spite
-
fence
quarrel
,
one
neighbor
supplies
the
original
incitement
–
and
made
it
plain
that
,
in
his
weasel
-
worded
opinion
,
the
so
-
called
Man
from
Mars
was
at
fault
.
At
last
Jubal
stood
on
a
municipal
landing
flat
sweltering
in
winter
clothes
unsuited
to
the
blazing
sun
overhead
,
noted
that
palm
trees
still
looked
like
a
poor
grade
of
feather
duster
,
regarded
bleakly
the
ocean
beyond
them
,
thinking
that
it
was
a
dirty
unstable
mass
of
water
,
certainly
contaminated
with
grape
fruit
shells
and
human
excrement
even
though
he
couldn
’
t
see
such
at
this
distance
–
and
wondered
what
to
do
next
.
A
man
wearing
a
uniform
cap
approached
him
.
"
Taxi
,
sir
?
"
"
Uh
,
yes
,
I
think
so
.
"
At
worst
he
could
go
to
a
hotel
,
call
in
the
press
,
and
give
out
an
interview
that
would
publicize
his
whereabouts
–
there
was
occasionally
some
advantage
to
being
newsworthy
.
"
Over
this
way
,
sir
.
"
The
cabby
led
him
out
of
the
crowd
and
to
a
battered
Yellow
Cab
.
As
he
put
his
bag
in
after
Jubal
,
the
pilot
said
quietly
,
"
I
offer
you
Water
.
"
"
Eh
?
Never
thirst
.
"
