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"
Ted
Nielsen
.
"
The
road
was
relaxing
into
wider
curves
and
gentler
grades
,
among
the
softer
shapes
of
hillsides
.
She
saw
a
rust
-
brown
slope
patched
by
two
squares
of
unmatching
green
:
the
dark
,
dusty
green
of
potato
plants
,
and
the
pale
,
greenish
-
silver
of
cabbages
.
A
man
in
a
red
shirt
was
riding
a
small
tractor
,
cutting
weeds
,
"
Who
’
s
the
cabbage
tycoon
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Roger
Marsh
.
"
She
closed
her
eyes
.
She
thought
of
the
weeds
that
were
climbing
up
the
steps
of
a
closed
factory
,
over
its
lustrous
tile
front
,
a
few
hundred
miles
away
,
beyond
the
mountains
.
The
road
was
descending
to
the
bottom
of
the
valley
.
She
saw
the
roofs
of
the
town
straight
below
,
and
the
small
,
shining
spot
of
the
dollar
sign
in
the
distance
at
the
other
end
.
Galt
stopped
the
car
in
front
of
the
first
structure
on
a
ledge
above
the
roofs
,
a
brick
building
with
a
faint
tinge
of
red
trembling
over
its
smokestack
.
It
almost
shocked
her
to
see
so
logical
a
sign
as
"
Stockton
Foundry
"
above
its
door
.
When
she
walked
,
leaning
on
her
cane
,
out
of
the
sunlight
into
the
dank
gloom
of
the
building
,
the
shock
she
felt
was
part
sense
of
anachronism
,
part
homesickness
.
This
was
the
industrial
East
which
,
in
the
last
few
hours
,
had
seemed
to
be
centuries
behind
her
.
This
was
the
old
,
the
familiar
,
the
loved
sight
of
reddish
billows
rising
to
steel
rafters
,
of
sparks
shooting
in
sunbursts
from
invisible
sources
,
of
sudden
flames
streaking
through
a
black
fog
,
of
sand
molds
glowing
with
white
metal
.
The
fog
hid
the
walls
of
the
structure
,
dissolving
its
size
—
and
for
a
moment
,
this
was
the
great
,
dead
foundry
at
Stockton
,
Colorado
,
it
was
Nielsen
Motors
.
.
.
it
was
Rearden
Steel
.
"
Hi
,
Dagny
!
"
The
smiling
face
that
approached
her
out
of
the
fog
was
Andrew
Stockton
’
s
,
and
she
saw
a
grimy
hand
extended
to
her
with
a
gesture
of
confident
pride
,
as
if
it
held
all
of
her
moment
’
s
vision
on
its
palm
.
She
clasped
the
hand
.
"
Hello
,
"
she
said
softly
,
not
knowing
whether
she
was
greeting
the
past
or
the
future
.
Then
she
shook
her
head
and
added
,
"
How
come
you
’
re
not
planting
potatoes
or
making
shoes
around
here
?
You
’
ve
actually
remained
in
your
own
profession
.
"
