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The Utopia of Greed
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Therewasapause,thenGaltaskedgravely,hisvoicelow,"Isitasbadasthat—whateveritis?"
"Yes.I...Imightbebackbeforethemonthisover.Idon’tknow."Headded,withthesoundofadesperateeffort,"Idon’tknowwhethertohopetobedonewithitquicklyor...ornot."
"Francisco,couldyoustandashockrightnow?"
"I?Nothingcouldshockmenow."
"There’saperson,here,inmyguestroom,whomyouhavetosee.
Itwillbeashocktoyou,soIthinkI’dbetterwarnyouinadvancethatthispersonisstillascab."
"What?Ascab?Inyourhouse?"
"Letmetellyouhow—"
"That’ssomethingIwanttoseeformyself!"
SheheardFrancisco’scontemptuouschuckleandtherushofhissteps,shesawherdoorflungopen,andshenoticeddimlythatitwasGaltwhoclosedit,leavingthemalone.
ShedidnotknowhowlongFranciscostoodlookingather,becausethefirstmomentthatshegraspedfullywaswhenshesawhimonhisknees,holdingontoher,hisfacepressedtoherlegs,themomentwhenshefeltasiftheshudderthatranthroughhisbodyandlefthimstill,hadrunintohersandmadeherabletomove.