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For
a
moment
,
they
held
each
other
’
s
eyes
:
her
glance
was
a
question
,
his
a
command
,
her
face
had
a
defiant
frankness
,
his
an
unrevealing
severity
;
she
understood
his
purpose
,
but
not
his
motive
.
She
obeyed
.
Leaning
on
her
cane
,
she
stepped
out
of
the
car
,
then
stood
erect
,
facing
the
house
.
She
looked
at
the
silver
crest
that
had
come
from
a
marble
palace
in
Spain
to
a
shack
in
the
Andes
to
a
log
cabin
in
Colorado
—
the
crest
of
the
men
who
would
not
submit
.
The
door
of
the
cabin
was
locked
,
the
sun
did
not
reach
into
the
glazed
darkness
beyond
the
windows
,
and
pine
branches
hung
outstretched
above
the
roof
like
arms
spread
in
protection
,
in
compassion
,
in
solemn
blessing
.
With
no
sound
but
the
snap
of
a
twig
or
the
ring
of
a
drop
falling
somewhere
in
the
forest
through
long
stretches
of
moments
,
the
silence
seemed
to
hold
all
the
pain
that
had
been
hidden
here
,
but
never
given
voice
.
She
stood
,
listening
with
a
gentle
,
resigned
,
unlamenting
respect
:
Let
’
s
see
who
’
ll
do
greater
honor
,
you
—
to
Nat
Taggart
,
or
I
—
to
Sebastian
d
’
Anconia
.
.
.
Dagny
!
Help
me
to
remain
.
To
refuse
.
Even
though
he
’
s
right
!
.
.
.
She
turned
to
look
at
Galt
,
knowing
that
he
was
the
man
against
whom
she
had
had
no
help
to
offer
.
He
sat
at
the
wheel
of
the
car
,
he
had
not
followed
her
or
moved
to
assist
her
,
as
if
he
had
wanted
her
to
acknowledge
the
past
and
had
respected
the
privacy
of
her
lonely
salute
.
She
noticed
that
he
still
sat
as
she
had
left
him
,
his
forearm
leaning
against
the
wheel
at
the
same
angle
,
the
fingers
of
his
hand
hanging
down
in
the
same
sculptured
position
.
His
eyes
were
watching
her
,
but
that
was
all
she
could
read
in
his
face
:
that
he
had
watched
her
intently
,
without
moving
.
When
she
was
seated
beside
him
once
more
,
he
said
,
"
That
was
the
first
man
I
took
away
from
you
.
"
She
asked
,
her
face
stern
,
open
and
quietly
defiant
,
"
How
much
do
you
know
about
that
?
"
"
Nothing
that
he
told
me
in
words
.
Everything
that
the
tone
of
his
voice
told
me
whenever
he
spoke
of
you
.
"
She
inclined
her
head
.
She
had
caught
the
sound
of
suffering
in
the
faintest
exaggeration
of
evenness
in
his
voice
.
He
pressed
the
starter
,
the
motor
’
s
explosion
blasted
the
story
contained
in
the
silence
,
and
they
drove
on
.
The
path
widened
a
little
,
streaming
toward
a
pool
of
sunlight
ahead
.
