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"
We
got
here
as
fast
as
we
could
,
"
said
Mulligan
.
"
I
thought
he
deserved
to
get
himself
killed
—
whoever
was
in
that
plane
.
I
never
dreamed
that
it
was
one
of
the
only
two
persons
in
the
whole
world
whom
I
’
d
exempt
.
"
"
Who
is
the
other
one
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Hank
Rearden
.
"
She
winced
;
it
was
like
a
sudden
blow
from
another
great
distance
.
She
wondered
why
it
seemed
to
her
that
Galt
was
watching
her
face
intently
and
that
she
saw
an
instant
’
s
change
in
his
,
too
brief
to
define
.
They
had
come
to
the
car
.
It
was
a
Hammond
convertible
,
its
top
down
,
one
of
the
costliest
models
,
some
years
old
,
but
kept
in
the
shining
trim
of
efficient
handling
.
Galt
placed
her
cautiously
in
the
back
seat
and
held
her
in
the
circle
of
his
arm
.
She
felt
a
stabbing
pain
once
in
a
while
,
but
she
had
no
attention
to
spare
for
it
.
She
watched
the
distant
houses
of
the
town
,
as
Mulligan
pressed
the
starter
and
the
car
moved
forward
,
as
they
went
past
the
sign
of
the
dollar
and
a
golden
ray
hit
her
eyes
,
sweeping
over
her
forehead
.
"
Who
is
the
owner
of
this
place
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
am
,
"
said
Mulligan
.
"
What
is
he
?
"
She
pointed
to
Galt
.
Mulligan
chuckled
.
"
He
just
works
here
.
"
