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I
think
I
know
where
you
were
.
It
was
Quentin
Daniels
that
you
wanted
to
save
from
the
destroyer
,
and
you
were
following
Daniels
when
you
crashed
,
weren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Good
God
,
Dagny
!
—
does
such
a
place
really
exist
?
Are
they
all
alive
?
Is
there
.
.
.
?
I
’
m
sorry
.
Don
’
t
answer
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
It
does
exist
.
"
He
remained
silent
for
a
long
time
.
"
Hank
,
could
you
give
up
Rearden
Steel
?
"
"
No
!
"
The
answer
was
fiercely
immediate
,
but
he
added
,
with
the
first
sound
of
hopelessness
in
his
voice
,
"
Not
yet
.
"
Then
he
looked
at
her
,
as
if
,
in
the
transition
of
his
three
words
,
he
had
lived
the
course
of
her
agony
of
the
past
month
.
"
I
see
,
"
he
said
.
He
ran
his
hand
over
her
forehead
,
with
a
gesture
of
understanding
,
of
compassion
,
of
an
almost
incredulous
wonder
.
"
What
hell
you
’
ve
now
undertaken
to
endure
!
"
he
said
,
his
voice
low
.
She
nodded
.
She
slipped
down
,
to
lie
stretched
,
her
face
on
his
knees
.
He
stroked
her
hair
;
he
said
,
"
We
’
ll
fight
the
looters
as
long
as
we
can
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
future
is
possible
to
us
,
but
we
’
ll
win
or
we
’
ll
learn
that
it
’
s
hopeless
.
Until
we
do
,
we
’
ll
fight
for
our
world
.
We
’
re
all
that
’
s
left
of
it
.
"
