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"
We
started
with
no
time
limit
in
view
,
"
said
Galt
.
"
We
did
not
know
whether
we
’
d
live
to
see
the
liberation
of
the
world
or
whether
we
’
d
have
to
leave
our
battle
and
our
secret
to
the
next
generations
.
We
knew
only
that
this
was
the
only
way
we
cared
to
live
.
But
now
we
think
that
we
will
see
,
and
soon
,
the
day
of
our
victory
and
of
our
return
.
"
"
When
?
"
she
whispered
.
"
When
the
code
of
the
looters
has
collapsed
.
"
He
saw
her
looking
at
him
,
her
glance
half
-
question
,
half
-
hope
,
and
he
added
,
"
When
the
creed
of
self
-
immolation
has
run
,
for
once
,
its
undisguised
course
—
when
men
find
no
victims
ready
to
obstruct
the
path
of
justice
and
to
deflect
the
fall
of
retribution
on
themselves
—
when
the
preachers
of
self
-
sacrifice
discover
that
those
who
are
willing
to
practice
it
,
have
nothing
to
sacrifice
,
and
those
who
have
,
are
not
willing
any
longer
—
when
men
see
that
neither
their
hearts
nor
their
muscles
can
save
them
,
but
the
mind
they
damned
is
not
there
to
answer
their
screams
for
help
—
when
they
collapse
as
they
must
,
as
men
without
mind
—
when
they
have
no
pretense
of
authority
left
,
no
remnant
of
law
,
no
trace
of
morality
,
no
hope
,
no
food
and
no
way
to
obtain
it
—
when
they
collapse
and
the
road
is
clear
—
then
we
’
ll
come
back
to
rebuild
the
world
.
"
The
Taggart
Terminal
,
she
thought
;
she
heard
the
words
beating
through
the
numbness
of
her
mind
,
as
the
sum
of
a
burden
she
had
not
had
time
to
weigh
.
This
was
the
Taggart
Terminal
,
she
thought
,
this
room
,
not
the
giant
concourse
in
New
York
—
this
was
her
goal
,
the
end
of
track
,
the
point
beyond
the
curve
of
the
earth
where
the
two
straight
lines
of
rail
met
and
vanished
,
drawing
her
forward
—
as
they
had
drawn
Nathaniel
Taggart
—
this
was
the
goal
Nathaniel
Taggart
had
seen
in
the
distance
and
this
was
the
point
still
holding
the
straight
-
line
glance
of
his
lifted
head
above
the
spiral
motion
of
men
in
the
granite
concourse
.
It
was
for
the
sake
of
this
that
she
had
dedicated
herself
to
the
rail
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
as
to
the
body
of
a
spirit
yet
to
be
found
.
She
had
found
it
,
everything
she
had
ever
wanted
,
it
was
here
in
this
room
,
reached
and
hers
—
but
the
price
was
that
net
of
rail
behind
her
,
the
rail
that
would
vanish
,
the
bridges
that
would
crumble
,
the
signal
lights
that
would
go
out
.
.
.
And
yet
.
.
.
Everything
I
had
ever
wanted
,
she
thought
—
looking
away
from
the
figure
of
a
man
with
sun
-
colored
hair
and
implacable
eyes
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
answer
us
now
.
"
She
raised
her
head
;
he
was
watching
her
as
if
he
had
followed
the
steps
in
her
mind
.
