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The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
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"TheComet?"heaskedmildly.
"Hell,yes!—theComet."
"Okay."
"Don’thesitatetocall,ifyouhaveto."
"Okay.ButIdon’tthinkI’llhaveto."
"We’llmanage.We’llworkbylong-distancephone,justaswedidwhenwe—"Shestopped.
"—whenwewerebuildingtheJohnGaltLine?"heaskedquietly.
Theyglancedateachother,butsaidnothingelse.
"What’sthelatestreportontheconstructioncrews?"sheasked.
"Everything’sunderway.Igotword,justafteryoulefttheoffice,thatthegradinggangshavestarted—outofLaurel,Kansas,andoutofJasper,Oklahoma.TherailisonitswaytothemfromSilverSprings.Itwillbeallright.Thehardestthingtofindwas—"
"Themen?"
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"DanConway?"sheasked,stopping.
"Yes.Idid.Itried.
