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           ShekeepsrepeatingthatshemuststopDanagger—shewantstospeaktohim,tobeg,toplead,torevivewhateveritisthathe’slosing,toarmhimagainstthedestroyer,beforethedestroyercomes.She’sdesperatelyanxioustoreachDanaggerfirst.Hehasrefusedtoseeanyone.He’sgonebacktoPittsburgh,tohismines.Butshegothimonthephone,latetoday,andshe’smadeanappointmenttoseehimtomorrowafternoon...Yes,she’llgotoPittsburghtomorrow...Yes,she’safraidforDanagger,terriblyafraid...No.Sheknowsnothingaboutthedestroyer.Shehasnocluetohisidentity,noevidenceofhisexistence—exceptthetrailofdestruction.Butshefeelscertainthatheexists...No,shecannotguesshispurpose.Shesaysthatnothingonearthcouldjustifyhim.Therearetimeswhenshefeelsthatshe’dliketofindhimmorethananyothermanintheworld,morethantheinventorofthemotor.Shesaysthatifshefoundthedestroyer,she’dshoothimonsight—she’dbewillingtogiveherlifeifshecouldtakehisfirstandbyherownhand...becausehe’sthemostevilcreaturethat’severexisted,themanwho’sdrainingthebrainsoftheworld.

           ...Iguessit’sgettingtobetoomuchforher,attimes—evenforher.Idon’tthinksheallowsherselftoknowhowtiredsheis.Theothermorning,IcametoworkveryearlyandIfoundherasleeponthecouchinheroffice,withthelightstillburningonherdesk.She’dbeenthereallnight.Ijuststoodandlookedather.