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"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
looks
like
—
"
"
No
,
"
she
broke
in
hastily
,
"
it
couldn
’
t
be
.
Not
around
here
.
"
She
did
not
want
to
hear
him
name
the
hope
which
she
had
felt
for
many
minutes
past
.
She
could
not
permit
herself
to
think
of
it
or
to
know
that
the
thought
was
hope
.
They
found
the
telephone
box
at
the
fifth
milepost
.
The
beacon
hung
like
a
violent
spot
of
cold
fire
,
less
than
half
a
mile
farther
south
.
The
telephone
was
working
.
She
heard
the
buzz
of
the
wire
,
like
the
breath
of
a
living
creature
,
when
she
lifted
the
receiver
.
Then
a
drawling
voice
answered
,
"
Jessup
,
at
Bradshaw
.
"
The
voice
sounded
sleepy
.
"
This
is
Dagny
Taggart
,
speaking
from
—
"
"
Who
?
"
"
Dagny
Taggart
,
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
speaking
—
"
"
Oh
.
.
.
Oh
yes
.
.
.
I
see
.
.
.
Yes
?
"
"
—
speaking
from
your
track
phone
Number
83
.
The
Comet
is
stalled
seven
miles
north
of
here
.
It
’
s
been
abandoned
.
The
crew
has
deserted
.
"
