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"
I
’
ll
take
you
to
see
the
mine
,
"
he
said
,
"
as
soon
as
your
ankle
recovers
completely
.
We
have
to
climb
a
steep
trail
to
get
there
,
just
a
mule
trail
,
there
’
s
no
truck
road
as
yet
.
Let
me
show
you
the
new
smelter
I
’
m
designing
.
I
’
ve
been
working
on
it
for
some
time
,
it
’
s
too
complex
for
our
present
volume
of
production
,
but
when
the
mine
’
s
output
grows
to
justify
it
—
just
take
a
look
at
the
time
,
labor
and
money
that
it
will
save
!
"
They
were
sitting
together
on
the
floor
,
bending
over
the
sheets
of
paper
he
spread
before
her
,
studying
the
intricate
sections
of
the
smelter
—
with
the
same
joyous
earnestness
they
had
once
brought
to
the
study
of
scraps
in
a
junk
yard
.
She
leaned
forward
just
as
he
moved
to
reach
for
another
sheet
,
and
she
found
herself
leaning
against
his
shoulder
.
Involuntarily
,
she
held
still
for
one
instant
,
no
longer
than
for
a
small
break
in
the
flow
of
a
single
motion
,
while
her
eyes
rose
to
his
.
He
was
looking
down
at
her
,
neither
hiding
what
he
felt
nor
implying
any
further
demand
.
She
drew
back
,
knowing
that
she
had
felt
the
same
desire
as
his
.
Then
,
still
holding
the
recaptured
sensation
of
what
she
had
felt
for
him
in
the
past
,
she
grasped
a
quality
that
had
always
been
part
of
it
,
now
suddenly
clear
to
her
for
the
first
time
:
if
that
desire
was
a
celebration
of
one
’
s
life
,
then
what
she
had
felt
for
Francisco
had
always
been
a
celebration
of
her
future
,
like
a
moment
of
splendor
gained
in
part
payment
of
an
unknown
,
total
,
affirming
some
promise
to
come
.
In
the
instant
when
she
grasped
it
,
she
knew
also
the
only
desire
she
had
ever
experienced
not
in
token
of
the
future
but
of
the
full
and
final
present
.
She
knew
it
by
means
of
an
image
—
the
image
of
a
man
’
s
figure
standing
at
the
door
of
a
small
granite
structure
.
The
final
form
of
the
promise
that
had
kept
her
moving
,
she
thought
,
was
the
man
who
would
,
perhaps
,
remain
a
promise
never
to
be
reached
.
But
this
—
she
thought
in
consternation
—
was
that
view
of
human
destiny
which
she
had
most
passionately
hated
and
rejected
:
the
view
that
man
was
ever
to
be
drawn
by
some
vision
of
the
unattainable
shining
ahead
,
doomed
ever
to
aspire
,
but
not
to
achieve
.
Her
life
and
her
values
could
not
bring
her
to
that
,
she
thought
;
she
had
never
found
beauty
in
longing
for
the
impossible
and
had
never
found
the
possible
to
be
beyond
her
reach
.
But
she
had
come
to
it
and
she
could
find
no
answer
.
She
could
not
give
him
up
or
give
up
the
world
—
she
thought
,
looking
at
Galt
,
that
evening
.
The
answer
seemed
harder
to
find
in
his
presence
.
She
felt
that
no
problem
existed
,
that
nothing
could
stand
beside
the
fact
of
seeing
him
and
nothing
would
ever
have
the
power
to
make
her
leave
—
and
,
simultaneously
,
that
she
would
have
no
right
to
look
at
him
if
she
were
to
renounce
her
railroad
.
She
felt
that
she
owned
him
,
that
the
unnamed
had
been
understood
between
them
from
the
start
—
and
,
simultaneously
,
that
he
was
able
to
vanish
from
her
life
and
,
on
some
future
street
of
the
outside
world
,
to
pass
her
by
in
unweighted
indifference
.
She
noted
that
he
did
not
question
her
about
Francisco
.
When
she
spoke
of
her
visit
,
she
could
find
no
reaction
in
his
face
,
neither
of
approval
nor
of
resentment
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
she
caught
an
imperceptible
shading
in
his
gravely
attentive
expression
:
he
looked
as
if
this
were
a
matter
about
which
he
did
not
choose
to
feel
.
Her
faint
apprehension
grew
into
a
question
mark
,
and
the
question
mark
turned
into
a
drill
,
cutting
deeper
and
deeper
into
her
mind
through
the
evenings
that
followed
—
when
Galt
left
the
house
and
she
remained
alone
.
He
went
out
every
other
night
,
after
dinner
,
not
telling
her
where
he
went
,
returning
at
midnight
or
later
.
She
tried
not
to
allow
herself
fully
to
discover
with
what
tension
and
restlessness
she
waited
for
his
return
.
She
did
not
ask
him
where
he
spent
his
evenings
.
The
reluctance
that
stopped
her
was
her
too
urgent
desire
to
know
;
she
kept
silent
in
some
dimly
intentional
form
of
defiance
,
half
in
defiance
of
him
,
half
of
her
own
anxiety
.
