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"
No
,
not
serious
at
all
.
I
’
ll
be
able
to
get
along
without
Mr
.
Mulligan
’
s
car
by
tomorrow
—
and
in
a
day
or
two
I
won
’
t
need
this
thing
,
either
.
"
She
swung
her
cane
and
tossed
it
contemptuously
into
the
car
.
They
stood
in
silence
;
she
was
waiting
.
"
The
last
long
-
distance
call
I
made
from
that
station
in
New
Mexico
,
"
he
said
slowly
,
"
was
to
Pennsylvania
.
I
spoke
to
Hank
Rearden
.
I
told
him
everything
I
knew
.
He
listened
,
and
then
there
was
a
pause
,
and
then
he
said
,
‘
Thank
you
for
calling
me
.
’
"
Kellogg
’
s
eyes
were
lowered
;
he
added
,
"
I
never
want
to
hear
that
kind
of
pause
again
as
long
as
I
live
.
"
He
raised
his
eyes
to
hers
;
there
was
no
reproach
in
his
glance
,
only
the
knowledge
of
that
which
he
had
not
suspected
when
he
heard
her
request
,
but
had
guessed
since
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
,
and
threw
the
door
of
the
car
open
.
"
Can
I
give
you
a
lift
?
I
have
to
get
back
and
get
dinner
ready
before
my
employer
comes
home
.
"
It
was
in
the
first
moment
of
returning
to
Galt
’
s
house
,
of
standing
alone
in
the
silent
,
sun
-
filled
room
,
that
she
faced
the
full
meaning
of
what
she
felt
.
She
looked
at
the
window
,
at
the
mountains
barring
the
sky
in
the
east
.
She
thought
of
Hank
Rearden
as
he
sat
at
his
desk
,
now
,
two
thousand
miles
away
,
his
face
tightened
into
a
retaining
wall
against
agony
,
as
it
had
been
tightened
under
all
the
blows
of
all
his
years
—
and
she
felt
a
desperate
wish
to
fight
his
battle
,
to
fight
for
him
,
for
his
past
,
for
that
tension
of
his
face
and
the
courage
that
fed
it
—
as
she
wanted
to
fight
for
the
Comet
that
crawled
by
a
last
effort
across
a
desert
on
a
crumbling
track
.
She
shuddered
,
closing
her
eyes
,
feeling
as
if
she
were
guilty
of
double
treason
,
feeling
as
if
she
were
suspended
in
space
between
this
valley
and
the
rest
of
the
earth
,
with
no
right
to
either
.
The
feeling
vanished
when
she
sat
facing
Galt
across
the
dinner
table
.
He
was
watching
her
,
openly
and
with
an
untroubled
look
,
as
if
her
presence
were
normal
—
and
as
if
the
sight
of
her
were
all
he
wished
to
allow
into
his
consciousness
.
She
leaned
back
a
little
,
as
if
complying
with
the
meaning
of
his
glance
,
and
said
dryly
,
efficiently
,
in
deliberate
denial
,
"
I
have
checked
your
shirts
and
found
one
with
two
buttons
missing
,
and
another
with
the
left
elbow
worn
through
.
Do
you
wish
me
to
mend
them
?
"
"
Why
,
yes
—
if
you
can
do
it
.
"
