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"
Have
I
been
expected
here
for
a
long
time
?
"
she
asked
,
"
You
still
are
,
"
he
answered
.
On
the
edge
of
the
road
,
she
saw
a
structure
made
of
glass
sheets
held
together
by
a
wooden
framework
,
but
for
one
instant
it
seemed
to
her
that
it
was
only
a
frame
for
the
painting
of
a
woman
—
a
tall
,
fragile
woman
with
pale
blond
hair
and
a
face
of
such
beauty
that
it
seemed
veiled
by
distance
,
as
if
the
artist
had
been
merely
able
to
suggest
it
,
not
to
make
it
quite
real
.
In
the
next
instant
the
woman
moved
her
head
—
and
Dagny
realized
that
there
were
people
at
the
tables
inside
the
structure
,
that
it
was
a
cafeteria
,
that
the
woman
stood
behind
the
counter
,
and
that
she
was
Kay
Ludlow
,
the
movie
star
who
,
once
seen
,
could
never
be
forgotten
;
the
star
who
had
retired
and
vanished
five
years
ago
,
to
be
replaced
by
girls
of
indistinguishable
names
and
interchangeable
faces
.
But
at
the
shock
of
the
realization
,
Dagny
thought
of
the
sort
of
movies
that
were
now
being
made
—
and
then
she
felt
that
the
glass
cafeteria
was
a
cleaner
use
for
Kay
Ludlow
’
s
beauty
than
a
role
in
a
picture
glorifying
the
commonplace
for
possessing
no
glory
.
The
building
that
came
next
was
a
small
,
squat
block
of
rough
granite
,
sturdy
,
solid
,
neatly
built
,
the
lines
of
its
rectangular
bulk
as
severely
precise
as
the
creases
of
a
formal
garment
—
but
she
saw
,
like
an
instant
’
s
ghost
,
the
long
streak
of
a
skyscraper
rising
into
the
coils
of
Chicago
’
s
fog
,
the
skyscraper
that
had
once
borne
the
sign
she
now
saw
written
in
gold
letters
above
a
modest
pine
-
wood
door
:
Mulligan
Bank
.
Galt
slowed
the
car
while
moving
past
the
bank
,
as
if
placing
the
motion
in
some
special
italics
.
A
small
brick
structure
came
next
,
bearing
the
sign
:
Mulligan
Mint
.
"
A
mint
?
"
she
asked
.
"
What
’
s
Mulligan
doing
with
a
mint
?
"
Galt
reached
into
his
pocket
and
dropped
two
small
coins
into
the
palm
of
her
hand
.
They
were
miniature
disks
of
shining
gold
,
smaller
than
pennies
,
the
kind
that
had
not
been
in
circulation
since
the
days
of
Nat
Taggart
;
they
bore
the
head
of
the
Statue
of
Liberty
on
one
side
,
the
words
"
United
States
of
America
—
One
Dollar
"
on
the
other
,
but
the
dates
stamped
upon
them
were
of
the
past
two
years
.
"
That
’
s
the
money
we
use
here
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
minted
by
Midas
Mulligan
.
"
"
But
.
.
.
on
whose
authority
?
"
