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They
had
not
wanted
to
know
that
this
was
what
they
wanted
,
they
had
not
wanted
to
see
that
they
had
the
power
to
wish
,
but
not
the
power
to
fake
—
and
they
had
achieved
their
wish
to
the
letter
,
to
the
last
bloodstained
comma
of
it
.
What
were
they
thinking
now
,
the
champions
of
need
and
the
lechers
of
pity
?
—
she
wondered
.
What
were
they
counting
on
?
Those
who
had
once
simpered
:
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
destroy
the
rich
,
I
only
want
to
seize
a
little
of
their
surplus
to
help
the
poor
,
just
a
little
,
they
’
ll
never
miss
it
!
"
—
then
,
later
,
had
snapped
:
"
The
tycoons
can
stand
being
squeezed
,
they
’
ve
amassed
enough
to
last
them
for
three
generations
"
—
then
,
later
,
had
yelled
:
"
Why
should
the
people
suffer
while
businessmen
have
reserves
to
last
a
year
?
"
—
now
were
screaming
:
"
Why
should
we
starve
while
some
people
have
reserves
to
last
a
week
?
"
What
were
they
counting
on
?
—
she
wondered
.
"
You
must
do
something
!
"
cried
James
Taggart
.
She
whirled
to
face
him
.
"
I
?
"
"
It
’
s
your
job
,
it
’
s
your
province
,
it
’
s
your
duty
!
"
"
What
is
?
"
"
To
act
.
To
do
.
"
"
To
do
—
what
?
"
"
How
should
I
know
?
It
’
s
your
special
talent
.
You
’
re
the
doer
.
"
