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He
spoke
of
you
as
if
he
were
merely
discussing
one
of
our
future
strikers
.
I
knew
that
you
and
he
had
been
childhood
friends
,
that
was
all
.
"
"
When
did
you
see
me
?
"
"
Two
years
later
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
By
chance
.
It
was
late
at
night
.
.
.
on
a
passenger
platform
of
the
Taggart
Terminal
.
"
She
knew
that
this
was
a
form
of
surrender
,
he
did
not
want
to
say
it
,
yet
he
had
to
speak
,
she
heard
both
the
muted
intensity
and
the
pull
of
resistance
in
his
voice
—
he
had
to
speak
,
because
he
had
to
give
himself
and
her
this
one
form
of
contact
.
"
You
wore
an
evening
gown
.
You
had
a
cape
half
-
slipping
off
your
body
—
I
saw
,
at
first
,
only
your
bare
shoulders
,
your
back
and
your
profile
—
it
looked
for
a
moment
as
if
the
cape
would
slip
further
and
you
would
stand
there
naked
.
Then
I
saw
that
you
wore
a
long
gown
,
the
color
of
ice
,
like
the
tunic
of
a
Grecian
goddess
,
but
had
the
short
hair
and
the
imperious
profile
of
an
American
woman
.
You
looked
preposterously
out
of
place
on
a
railroad
platform
—
and
it
was
not
on
a
railroad
platform
that
I
was
seeing
you
,
I
was
seeing
a
setting
that
had
never
haunted
me
before
—
but
then
,
suddenly
,
I
knew
that
you
did
belong
among
the
rails
,
the
soot
and
the
girders
,
that
that
was
the
proper
setting
for
a
flowing
gown
and
naked
shoulders
and
a
face
as
alive
as
yours
—
a
railroad
platform
,
not
a
curtained
apartment
—
you
looked
like
a
symbol
of
luxury
and
you
belonged
in
the
place
that
was
its
source
—
you
seemed
to
bring
wealth
,
grace
,
extravagance
and
the
enjoyment
of
life
back
to
their
rightful
owners
,
to
the
men
who
created
railroads
and
factories
—
you
had
a
look
of
energy
and
of
its
reward
,
together
,
a
look
of
competence
and
luxury
combined
—
and
I
was
the
first
man
who
had
ever
stated
in
what
manner
these
two
were
inseparable
—
and
I
thought
that
if
our
age
gave
form
to
its
proper
gods
and
erected
a
statue
to
the
meaning
of
an
American
railroad
,
yours
would
be
that
statue
.
.
.
Then
I
saw
what
you
were
doing
—
and
I
knew
who
you
were
.
You
were
giving
orders
to
three
Terminal
officials
,
I
could
not
hear
your
words
,
but
your
voice
sounded
swift
,
clear
-
cut
and
confident
.
I
knew
that
you
were
Dagny
Taggart
.
I
came
closer
,
close
enough
to
hear
two
sentences
.
‘
Who
said
so
?
’
asked
one
of
the
men
.
‘
I
did
,
’
you
answered
.
That
was
all
I
heard
.
That
was
enough
.
"
"
And
then
?
"
He
raised
his
eyes
slowly
to
hold
hers
across
the
room
,
and
the
submerged
intensity
that
pulled
his
voice
down
,
blurring
its
tone
to
softness
,
gave
it
a
sound
of
self
-
mockery
that
was
desperate
and
almost
gentle
:
"
Then
I
knew
that
abandoning
my
motor
was
not
the
hardest
price
I
would
have
to
pay
for
this
strike
.
"
