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The Sign of the Dollar
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"He’lldothejob,Ithink."
"Hewill."
Theywalkedsilentlypasttheengineandoninthedirectionofitsheadlight.Atfirst,steppingfromtietotie,withtheviolentlightbeatingagainstthemfrombehind,theystillfeltasiftheywereathomeinthenormalrealmofarailroad.Thenshefoundherselfwatchingthelightonthetiesunderherfeet,watchingitebbslowly,tryingtoholdit,tokeepseeingitsfadingglow,untilsheknewthatthehintofaglowonthewoodwasnolongeranythingbutmoonlight.Shecouldnotpreventtheshudderthatmadeherturntolookback.Theheadlightstillhungbehindthem,liketheliquidsilverglobeofaplanet,deceptivelyclose,butbelongingtoanotherorbitandanothersystem.
OwenKelloggwalkedsilentlybesideher,andshefeltcertainthattheykneweachother’sthoughts.
"Hecouldn’thave.OhGod,hecouldn’t!"shesaidsuddenly,notrealizingthatshehadswitchedtowords.
"Who?"
"NathanielTaggart.Hecouldn’thaveworkedwithpeoplelikethosepassengers.Hecouldn’thaveruntrainsforthem.Hecouldn’thaveemployedthem.Hecouldn’thaveusedthematall,neitherascustomersnorasworkers."
Kelloggsmiled."Youmeanthathecouldn’thavegrownrichbyexploitingthem,MissTaggart?"
Shenodded."They...
