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And
when
I
learn
,
I
’
ll
rise
to
electrician
.
Isn
’
t
he
great
—
Midas
Mulligan
?
That
’
s
what
I
want
to
be
when
I
reach
his
age
.
I
want
to
make
money
.
I
want
to
make
millions
.
I
want
to
make
as
much
as
he
did
!
"
"
Daniels
!
"
She
laughed
,
remembering
the
quiet
self
-
control
,
the
strict
precision
,
the
stern
logic
of
the
young
scientist
she
had
known
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
Where
are
you
?
Do
you
know
what
you
’
re
saying
?
"
"
I
’
m
here
,
Miss
Taggart
—
and
there
’
s
no
limit
to
what
’
s
possible
here
!
I
’
m
going
to
be
the
greatest
electrician
in
the
world
and
the
richest
!
I
’
m
going
to
—
"
"
You
’
re
going
to
go
back
to
Mulligan
’
s
house
,
"
said
Galt
,
"
and
sleep
for
twenty
-
four
hours
—
or
I
won
’
t
let
you
near
the
power
plant
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Daniels
meekly
.
The
sun
had
trickled
down
the
peaks
and
drawn
a
circle
of
shining
granite
and
glittering
snow
to
enclose
the
valley
—
when
they
stepped
out
of
the
house
.
She
felt
suddenly
as
if
nothing
existed
beyond
that
circle
,
and
she
wondered
at
the
joyous
,
proud
comfort
to
be
found
in
a
sense
of
the
finite
,
in
the
knowledge
that
the
field
of
one
’
s
concern
lay
within
the
realm
of
one
’
s
sight
.
She
wanted
to
stretch
out
her
arms
over
the
roofs
of
the
town
below
,
feeling
that
her
fingertips
would
touch
the
peaks
across
.
But
she
could
not
raise
her
arms
;
leaning
on
a
cane
with
one
hand
and
on
Galt
’
s
arm
with
the
other
,
moving
her
feet
by
a
slow
,
conscientious
effort
,
she
walked
down
to
the
car
like
a
child
learning
to
walk
for
the
first
time
.
She
sat
by
Galt
’
s
side
as
he
drove
,
skirting
the
town
,
to
Midas
Mulligan
’
s
house
.
It
stood
on
a
ridge
,
the
largest
house
of
the
valley
,
the
only
one
built
two
stories
high
,
an
odd
combination
of
fortress
and
pleasure
resort
,
with
stout
granite
walls
and
broad
,
open
terraces
.
He
stopped
to
let
Daniels
off
,
then
drove
on
up
a
winding
road
rising
slowly
into
the
mountains
.
It
was
the
thought
of
Mulligan
’
s
wealth
,
the
luxurious
car
and
the
sight
of
Galt
’
s
hands
on
the
wheel
that
made
her
wonder
for
the
first
time
whether
Galt
,
too
,
was
wealthy
.
She
glanced
at
his
clothes
:
the
gray
slacks
and
white
shirt
seemed
of
a
quality
intended
for
long
wear
;
the
leather
of
the
narrow
belt
about
his
waistline
was
cracked
;
the
watch
on
his
wrist
was
a
precision
instrument
,
but
made
of
plain
stainless
steel
.
The
sole
suggestion
of
luxury
was
the
color
of
his
hair
—
the
strands
stirring
in
the
wind
like
liquid
gold
and
copper
.
