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"
How
do
you
happen
to
know
who
I
am
?
"
she
asked
.
"
First
,
I
’
ve
seen
your
pictures
in
the
papers
many
times
.
Second
,
you
’
re
the
only
woman
left
in
the
outer
world
,
to
the
best
of
our
knowledge
,
who
’
d
be
allowed
to
enter
Galt
’
s
Gulch
.
Third
,
you
’
re
the
only
woman
who
’
d
have
the
courage
—
and
prodigality
—
still
to
remain
a
scab
.
"
"
What
made
you
certain
that
I
was
a
scab
?
"
"
If
you
weren
’
t
,
you
’
d
know
that
it
’
s
not
this
valley
,
but
the
view
of
life
held
by
men
in
the
outer
world
that
is
a
prehistorical
mirage
.
"
They
heard
the
sound
of
the
motor
and
saw
the
car
stopping
below
,
in
front
of
the
house
.
She
noticed
the
swiftness
with
which
he
rose
to
his
feet
at
the
sight
of
Galt
in
the
car
;
if
it
were
not
for
the
obvious
personal
eagerness
,
it
would
have
looked
like
an
instinctive
gesture
of
military
respect
.
She
noticed
the
way
Galt
stopped
,
when
he
entered
and
saw
his
visitor
.
She
noticed
that
Galt
smiled
,
but
that
his
voice
was
oddly
low
,
almost
solemn
,
as
if
weighted
with
unconfessed
relief
,
when
he
said
very
quietly
,
"
Hello
.
"
"
Hi
,
John
,
"
said
the
visitor
gaily
.
She
noticed
that
their
handshake
came
an
instant
too
late
and
lasted
an
instant
too
long
,
like
the
handshake
of
men
who
had
not
been
certain
that
their
previous
meeting
would
not
be
their
last
.
Galt
turned
to
her
.
"
Have
you
met
?
"
he
asked
,
addressing
them
both
.
"
Not
exactly
,
"
said
the
visitor
.
