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More
likely
,
Pascow
had
only
mouthed
sounds
,
as
he
had
at
first
thought
.
Louis
groped
for
himself
,
for
that
part
of
himself
that
had
caused
the
administration
to
give
him
this
job
over
the
other
fifty-three
applicants
for
the
position
.
There
was
no
one
in
command
here
,
no
forward
motion
;
the
room
was
full
of
milling
people
.
"
Steve
,
go
give
that
girl
a
trank
,
"
he
said
,
and
just
saying
the
words
made
him
feel
better
.
It
was
as
if
he
were
in
a
rocketship
under
power
now
,
pulling
away
from
a
tiny
moonlet
.
Said
moonlet
being
,
of
course
,
that
irrational
moment
when
Pascow
had
spoken
.
Louis
had
been
hired
to
take
charge
;
he
was
going
to
do
it
.
"
Joan
.
Give
the
cop
a
blanket
.
"
"
Doctor
,
we
have
n't
inventoried
--
"
"
Give
it
to
him
anyway
.
Then
check
on
that
candy-striper
.
"
He
looked
at
the
other
girl
,
who
still
held
her
end
of
the
hard
stretcher
.
She
was
staring
at
Pascow
's
remains
with
a
kind
of
hypnotized
fascination
.
"
Candy-striper
!
"
Louis
said
harshly
,
and
her
eyes
jerked
away
from
the
body
.
"
W-W-Wh
--
"
"
What
's
the
other
girl
's
name
?
"
"
W-Who
?
"
"
The
one
who
puked
,
"
he
said
with
deliberate
harshness
.
