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   The ticket office was not open when Zale reached the station, so she had time to get her breath and tighten the elastic on her hat which now and then slid back on her head, loosening the knot of her hair. She studied it with extra pins, somewhat reassured by the face which stared back at her from the mirror which she kept in her hand bag.
  The office now being open, Zale stepped in briskly. "Dar second class.please",  she said, putting her money on the counter.
   The ticket clerk was saudari. He smiled as soon as he saw her. He had on pursued her but to no effect. Zale had never paid attention to men until Abdu came along. " Go in" on a toot, baby?"he asked softly. In such a fairy hat too."you owe me twenty cents change, "said Zale, rather stiffly, and turned in relief at the sound of the incoming train.