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This
was
the
root
,
she
thought
,
of
the
guiltlessness
of
his
face
:
he
had
guessed
and
named
the
words
she
had
wanted
to
spare
him
,
he
had
rejected
a
good
will
that
was
not
based
on
his
values
—
and
in
proud
certainty
of
being
right
,
he
had
made
a
boast
of
that
which
she
had
intended
as
an
accusation
.
Ahead
of
them
,
she
saw
a
wooden
pier
projecting
into
the
water
of
the
lake
.
A
young
woman
lay
stretched
on
the
sun
-
flooded
planks
,
watching
a
battery
of
fishing
rods
.
She
glanced
up
at
the
sound
of
the
car
,
then
leaped
to
her
feet
in
a
single
swift
movement
,
a
shade
too
swift
,
and
ran
to
the
road
.
She
wore
slacks
,
rolled
above
the
knees
of
her
bare
legs
,
she
had
dark
,
disheveled
hair
and
large
eyes
.
Galt
waved
to
her
.
"
Hello
,
John
!
When
did
you
get
in
?
"
she
called
.
"
This
morning
,
"
he
answered
,
smiling
and
driving
on
.
Dagny
jerked
her
head
to
look
back
and
saw
the
glance
with
which
the
young
woman
stood
looking
after
Galt
.
And
even
though
hopelessness
,
serenely
accepted
,
was
part
of
the
worship
in
that
glance
,
she
experienced
a
feeling
she
had
never
known
before
:
a
stab
of
jealousy
.
"
Who
is
that
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Our
best
fishwife
.
She
provides
the
fish
for
Hammond
’
s
grocery
market
.
"
"
What
else
is
she
?
"
"
You
’
ve
noticed
that
there
’
s
a
‘
what
else
’
for
every
one
of
us
here
?
She
’
s
a
writer
.
The
kind
of
writer
who
wouldn
’
t
be
published
outside
.
