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She
saw
a
faint
hint
of
astonishment
in
his
face
;
this
was
not
the
manner
or
the
answer
he
had
expected
;
perhaps
it
was
what
she
had
not
said
that
astonished
him
most
:
that
she
offered
no
defense
,
no
excuses
.
He
took
a
moment
to
study
her
silently
.
Then
he
said
,
his
voice
less
sharp
:
"
All
right
.
Thank
you
.
Good
day
.
"
She
inclined
her
head
.
He
bowed
and
left
the
office
.
"
That
’
s
the
story
,
Hank
.
I
had
worked
out
an
almost
impossible
schedule
to
complete
the
Rio
Norte
Line
in
twelve
months
.
Now
I
’
ll
have
to
do
it
in
nine
.
You
were
to
give
us
the
rail
over
a
period
of
one
year
.
Can
you
give
it
to
us
within
nine
months
?
If
there
’
s
any
human
way
to
do
it
,
do
it
.
If
not
,
I
’
ll
have
to
find
some
other
means
to
finish
it
.
"
Rearden
sat
behind
his
desk
.
His
cold
,
blue
eyes
made
two
horizontal
cuts
across
the
gaunt
planes
of
his
face
;
they
remained
horizontal
,
impassively
half
-
closed
;
he
said
evenly
,
without
emphasis
:
"
I
’
ll
do
it
.
"
Dagny
leaned
back
in
her
chair
.
The
short
sentence
was
a
shock
.
It
was
not
merely
relief
:
it
was
the
sudden
realization
that
nothing
else
was
necessary
to
guarantee
that
it
would
be
done
;
she
needed
no
proofs
,
no
questions
,
no
explanations
;
a
complex
problem
could
rest
safely
on
three
syllables
pronounced
by
a
man
who
knew
what
he
was
saying
.
"
Don
’
t
show
that
you
’
re
relieved
.
"
His
voice
was
mocking
.
"
Not
too
obviously
.
"
His
narrowed
eyes
were
watching
her
with
an
unrevealing
smile
.
"
I
might
think
that
I
hold
Taggart
Transcontinental
in
my
power
.
"
"
You
know
that
,
anyway
.
"
