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She
had
telephoned
the
mills
and
made
an
appointment
to
see
Hank
Rearden
that
afternoon
.
She
had
just
hung
up
the
receiver
and
was
bending
over
the
maps
of
the
Rio
Norte
Line
spread
on
her
desk
,
when
the
door
opened
.
Dagny
looked
up
,
startled
;
she
did
not
expect
the
door
of
her
office
to
open
without
announcement
.
The
man
who
entered
was
a
stranger
.
He
was
young
,
tall
,
and
something
about
him
suggested
violence
,
though
she
could
not
say
what
it
was
,
because
the
first
trait
one
grasped
about
him
was
a
quality
of
self
-
control
that
seemed
almost
arrogant
.
He
had
dark
eyes
,
disheveled
hair
,
and
his
clothes
were
expensive
,
but
worn
as
if
he
did
not
care
or
notice
what
he
wore
.
"
Ellis
Wyatt
,
"
he
said
in
self
-
introduction
.
She
leaped
to
her
feet
,
involuntarily
.
She
understood
why
nobody
had
or
could
have
stopped
him
in
the
outer
office
.
"
Sit
down
,
Mr
.
Wyatt
,
"
she
said
,
smiling
.
"
It
won
’
t
be
necessary
.
"
He
did
not
smile
.
"
I
don
’
t
hold
long
conferences
.
"
Slowly
,
taking
her
time
by
conscious
intention
,
she
sat
down
and
leaned
back
,
looking
at
him
.
"
Well
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
came
to
see
you
because
I
understand
you
’
re
the
only
one
who
’
s
got
any
brains
in
this
rotten
outfit
.
"
