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"
Drink
it
!
"
he
screamed
.
"
No
,
"
she
answered
,
her
voice
like
a
drop
of
lead
.
They
held
each
other
’
s
glances
for
a
moment
,
the
light
playing
on
the
golden
liquid
,
not
reaching
their
faces
or
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
go
to
hell
!
"
he
cried
,
leaping
to
his
feet
,
flinging
his
glass
to
smash
on
the
floor
and
rushing
out
of
the
room
.
She
sat
at
the
table
,
not
moving
,
for
a
long
time
,
then
rose
slowly
and
pressed
the
bell
.
She
walked
to
her
room
,
her
steps
unnaturally
even
,
she
opened
the
door
of
a
closet
,
she
reached
for
a
suit
and
a
pair
of
shoes
,
she
took
off
the
housecoat
,
moving
with
cautious
precision
,
as
if
her
life
depended
on
not
jarring
anything
about
or
within
her
.
She
held
onto
a
single
thought
:
that
she
had
to
get
out
of
this
house
—
just
get
out
of
it
for
a
while
,
if
only
for
the
next
hour
—
and
then
,
later
,
she
would
be
able
to
face
all
that
had
to
be
faced
.
The
lines
were
blurring
on
the
paper
before
her
and
,
raising
her
head
,
Dagny
realized
that
it
had
long
since
grown
dark
.
She
pushed
the
papers
aside
,
unwilling
to
turn
on
the
lamp
,
permitting
herself
the
luxury
of
idleness
and
darkness
.
It
cut
her
off
from
the
city
beyond
the
windows
of
her
living
room
.
The
calendar
in
the
distance
said
:
August
5
.
The
month
behind
her
had
gone
,
leaving
nothing
but
the
blank
of
dead
time
.
It
had
gone
into
the
planless
,
thankless
work
of
racing
from
emergency
to
emergency
,
of
delaying
the
collapse
of
a
railroad
—
a
month
like
a
waste
pile
of
disconnected
days
,
each
given
to
averting
the
disaster
of
the
moment
.
It
had
not
been
a
sum
of
achievements
brought
into
existence
,
but
only
a
sum
of
zeros
,
of
that
which
had
not
happened
,
a
sum
of
prevented
catastrophes
—
not
a
task
in
the
service
of
life
,
but
only
a
race
against
death
.
