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Their Brothers’ Keepers
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"Thetowerdirectorwillassignswitchmentotheirposts.Hewillselectmenforthejobofsignalingtrainsbymeansoflanternsandforthetaskoftransmittinghisorders.Trainswill—"
Shewasfightingtodrownabittervoicethatseemedtobesaying:That’sallthey’refitfor,thesemen,ifeventhat...there’snotasinglemindleftanywhereonTaggartTranscontinental...
"TrainswillcontinuetobemovedinandoutoftheTerminal.Youwillremainatyourpostsuntil—"
Thenshestopped.Itwashiseyesandhairthatshesawfirst—theruthlesslyperceptiveeyes,thestreaksofhairshadedfromgoldtocopperthatseemedtoreflecttheglowofsunlightinthemurkoftheunderground—shesawJohnGaltamongthechaingangofthemindless,JohnGaltingreasyoverallsandrolledshirtsleeves,shesawhisweightlesswayofstanding,hisfaceheldlifted,hiseyeslookingatherasifhehadseenthismomentmanymomentsago.
