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"
Pray
?
"
"
Never
mind
.
You
just
come
along
and
don
’
t
talk
.
"
She
opened
the
quick
glance
outside
,
then
took
his
hand
and
led
him
out
into
the
corridor
.
No
one
seemed
especially
interested
.
Smith
found
the
many
strange
configurations
upsetting
in
the
extreme
;
he
was
assaulted
by
images
he
could
not
bring
into
focus
.
He
stumbled
blindly
along
beside
Jill
,
with
his
eyes
and
senses
almost
disconnected
to
protect
himself
against
chaos
.
She
led
him
to
the
end
of
the
corridor
and
stepped
on
a
slide
-
away
leading
crosswise
.
He
almost
fell
down
and
would
have
done
so
if
Jill
had
not
caught
him
.
A
chambermaid
looked
curiously
at
them
and
Jill
cursed
under
her
breath
-
then
was
very
careful
in
helping
him
off
.
They
took
an
elevator
to
the
roof
,
Jill
being
quite
sure
that
she
could
never
pilot
him
up
a
bounce
tube
.
On
the
roof
they
encountered
a
major
crisis
,
though
Smith
was
not
aware
of
it
.
He
was
undergoing
the
keen
delight
of
seeing
sky
;
he
had
not
seen
sky
since
the
sky
of
Mars
.
This
sky
was
bright
and
colorful
and
joyful
-
it
being
a
typical
overcast
Washington
grey
day
.
In
the
meantime
Jill
was
looking
around
helplessly
for
a
taxi
.
The
roof
was
almost
deserted
,
something
she
had
counted
on
,
since
most
of
the
nurses
who
came
off
duty
when
she
did
were
already
headed
home
fifteen
minutes
ago
and
the
afternoon
visitors
were
gone
.
But
the
taxis
were
,
of
course
,
gone
too
.
She
did
not
dare
risk
an
air
bus
,
even
though
one
which
went
her
way
would
be
along
in
a
few
minutes
.
She
was
about
to
call
a
taxi
when
one
headed
in
for
a
landing
.
She
called
to
the
roof
attendant
.
"
Jack
!
Is
that
cab
taken
?
I
need
one
.
"
"
It
’
s
probably
the
one
I
called
for
Dr
.
Phipps
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
!
Jack
,
see
how
quick
you
can
get
me
another
one
,
will
you
?
This
is
my
cousin
Madge
-
she
works
over
in
South
Wing
-
and
she
has
a
terrible
laryngitis
and
I
want
to
get
her
out
of
this
wind
.
"
The
attendant
looked
dubiously
toward
the
phone
in
his
booth
and
scratched
his
head
.
"
Well
"
Oh
,
Jack
,
you
’
re
a
lamb
!
No
,
Madge
,
don
’
t
try
to
talk
;
I
’
ll
thank
him
.
Her
voice
is
gone
completely
;
I
’
m
going
to
take
her
home
and
bake
it
out
with
hot
rum
.
"
