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Ellis
Wyatt
was
looking
at
the
place
around
them
with
a
kind
of
youthful
pride
eager
for
acknowledgment
:
it
was
the
pride
of
a
host
at
a
formal
reception
in
a
drawing
room
,
and
the
eagerness
of
an
artist
at
the
opening
of
his
show
in
a
gallery
.
She
smiled
and
asked
,
pointing
at
the
machinery
,
"
Shale
oil
?
"
"
Uh
-
huh
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
process
which
you
were
working
to
develop
while
you
were
on
earth
?
"
She
said
it
involuntarily
and
she
gasped
a
little
at
her
own
words
.
He
laughed
.
"
While
I
was
in
hell
—
yes
.
I
’
m
on
earth
now
.
"
"
How
much
do
you
produce
?
"
"
Two
hundred
barrels
a
day
.
"
A
note
of
sadness
came
back
into
her
voice
:
"
It
’
s
the
process
by
which
you
once
intended
to
fill
five
tank
-
trains
a
day
.
"
"
Dagny
,
"
he
said
earnestly
,
pointing
at
his
tank
,
"
one
gallon
of
it
is
worth
more
than
a
trainful
back
there
in
hell
—
because
this
is
mine
,
all
of
it
,
every
single
drop
of
it
,
to
be
spent
on
nothing
but
myself
.
"
He
raised
his
smudged
hand
,
displaying
the
greasy
stains
as
a
treasure
,
and
a
black
drop
on
the
tip
of
his
finger
flashed
like
a
gem
in
the
sun
.
"
Mine
,
"
he
said
.
"
Have
you
let
them
beat
you
into
forgetting
what
that
word
means
,
what
it
feels
like
?
You
should
give
yourself
a
chance
to
relearn
it
.
"
