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She
considered
it
and
smiled
sadly
,
in
astonishment
at
the
realization
.
"
Yes
,
I
guess
that
’
s
all
.
.
.
Except
,
tell
Hank
Rearden
what
happened
and
that
I
asked
you
to
tell
him
.
"
"
I
will
.
"
She
lifted
her
head
and
said
firmly
,
"
I
don
’
t
expect
it
to
happen
,
however
.
When
you
reach
Laurel
,
call
Winston
,
Colorado
,
and
tell
them
that
I
will
be
there
tomorrow
by
noon
.
"
"
Yes
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
She
wanted
to
extend
her
hand
in
parting
,
but
it
seemed
inadequate
,
and
then
she
remembered
what
he
had
said
about
times
of
loneliness
.
She
took
out
the
package
and
silently
offered
him
one
of
his
own
cigarettes
.
His
smile
was
a
full
statement
of
understanding
,
and
the
small
flame
of
his
match
lighting
their
two
cigarettes
was
their
most
enduring
handshake
.
Then
she
climbed
aboard
—
and
the
next
span
of
her
consciousness
was
not
separate
moments
and
movements
,
but
the
sweep
of
a
single
motion
and
a
single
unit
of
time
,
a
progression
forming
one
entity
,
like
the
notes
of
a
piece
of
music
:
from
the
touch
of
her
hand
on
the
starter
—
to
the
blast
of
the
motor
’
s
sound
that
broke
off
,
like
a
mountain
rockslide
,
all
contact
with
the
time
behind
her
—
to
the
circling
fall
of
a
blade
that
vanished
in
a
fragile
sparkle
of
whirling
air
that
cut
the
space
ahead
—
to
the
start
for
the
runway
—
to
the
brief
pause
—
then
to
the
forward
thrust
—
to
the
long
,
perilous
run
,
the
run
not
to
be
obstructed
,
the
straight
line
ran
that
gathers
power
by
spending
it
on
a
harder
and
harder
and
ever
-
accelerating
effort
,
the
straight
line
to
a
purpose
—
to
the
moment
,
unnoticed
,
when
the
earth
drops
off
and
the
line
,
unbroken
,
goes
on
into
space
in
the
simple
,
natural
act
of
rising
.
She
saw
the
telegraph
wires
of
the
trackside
slipping
past
at
the
tip
of
her
toes
.
The
earth
was
falling
downward
,
and
she
felt
as
if
its
weight
were
dropping
off
her
ankles
,
as
if
the
globe
would
go
shrinking
to
the
size
of
a
ball
,
a
convict
’
s
ball
she
had
dragged
and
lost
.
Her
body
swayed
,
drunk
with
the
shock
of
a
discovery
,
and
her
craft
rocked
with
her
body
,
and
it
was
the
earth
below
that
reeled
with
the
rocking
of
her
craft
—
the
discovery
that
her
life
was
now
in
her
own
hands
,
that
there
was
no
necessity
to
argue
,
to
explain
,
to
teach
,
to
plead
,
to
fight
—
nothing
but
to
see
and
think
and
act
.
Then
the
earth
steadied
into
a
wide
black
sheet
that
grew
wider
and
wider
as
she
circled
,
rising
.
When
she
glanced
down
for
the
last
time
,
the
lights
of
the
field
were
extinguished
,
there
was
only
the
single
beacon
left
and
it
looked
like
the
tip
of
Kellogg
’
s
cigarette
,
glowing
as
a
last
salute
in
the
darkness
.
Then
she
was
left
with
the
lights
on
her
instrument
panel
and
the
spread
of
stars
beyond
her
film
of
glass
.
There
was
nothing
to
support
her
but
the
beat
of
the
engine
and
the
minds
of
the
men
who
had
made
the
plane
.
But
what
else
supports
one
anywhere
?
—
she
thought
.
