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"
It
was
.
"
She
walked
through
the
early
twilight
of
the
city
streets
to
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
.
"
He
says
,
any
time
you
wish
,
"
Eddie
had
told
her
.
The
first
lights
appeared
in
a
few
windows
high
under
the
clouds
.
The
skyscrapers
looked
like
abandoned
lighthouses
sending
feeble
,
dying
signals
out
into
an
empty
sea
where
no
ships
moved
any
longer
.
A
few
snowflakes
came
down
,
past
the
dark
windows
of
empty
stores
,
to
melt
in
the
mud
of
the
sidewalks
.
A
string
of
red
lanterns
cut
the
street
,
going
off
into
the
murky
distance
.
She
wondered
why
she
felt
that
she
wanted
to
run
,
that
she
should
be
running
;
no
,
not
down
this
street
;
down
a
green
hillside
in
the
blazing
sun
to
the
road
on
the
edge
of
the
Hudson
,
at
the
foot
of
the
Taggart
estate
.
That
was
the
way
she
always
ran
when
Eddie
yelled
,
"
It
’
s
Frisco
d
‘
Anconia
!
"
and
they
both
flew
down
the
hill
to
the
car
approaching
on
the
road
below
.
He
was
the
only
guest
whose
arrival
was
an
event
in
their
childhood
,
their
biggest
event
.
The
running
to
meet
him
had
become
part
of
a
contest
among
the
three
of
them
.
There
was
a
birch
tree
on
the
hillside
,
halfway
between
the
road
and
the
house
;
Dagny
and
Eddie
tried
to
get
past
the
tree
,
before
Francisco
could
race
up
the
hill
to
meet
them
.
On
all
the
many
days
of
his
arrivals
,
in
all
the
many
summers
,
they
never
reached
the
birch
tree
;
Francisco
reached
it
first
and
stopped
them
when
he
was
way
past
it
.
Francisco
always
won
,
as
he
always
won
everything
.
His
parents
were
old
friends
of
the
Taggart
family
.
He
was
an
only
son
and
he
was
being
brought
up
all
over
the
world
;
his
father
,
it
was
said
,
wanted
him
to
consider
the
world
as
his
future
domain
.
Dagny
and
Eddie
could
never
be
certain
of
where
he
would
spend
his
winter
;
but
once
a
year
,
every
summer
,
a
stern
South
American
tutor
brought
him
for
a
month
to
the
Taggart
estate
.
Francisco
found
it
natural
that
the
Taggart
children
should
be
chosen
as
his
companions
:
they
were
the
crown
heirs
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
as
he
was
of
d
‘
Anconia
Copper
.
"
We
are
the
only
aristocracy
left
in
the
world
—
the
aristocracy
of
money
,
"
he
said
to
Dagny
once
,
when
he
was
fourteen
.
"
It
’
s
the
only
real
aristocracy
,
if
people
understood
what
it
means
,
which
they
don
’
t
.
"
He
had
a
caste
system
of
his
own
:
to
him
,
the
Taggart
children
were
not
Jim
and
Dagny
,
but
Dagny
and
Eddie
.
He
seldom
volunteered
to
notice
Jim
’
s
existence
.
Eddie
asked
him
once
,
"
Francisco
,
you
’
re
some
kind
of
very
high
nobility
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
He
answered
,
"
Not
yet
.
The
reason
my
family
has
lasted
for
such
a
long
time
is
that
none
of
us
has
ever
been
permitted
to
think
he
is
born
a
d
‘
Anconia
.
We
are
expected
to
become
one
.
"
He
pronounced
his
name
as
if
he
wished
his
listeners
to
be
struck
in
the
face
and
knighted
by
the
sound
of
it
.
Sebastian
d
‘
Anconia
,
his
ancestor
,
had
left
Spain
many
centuries
ago
,
at
a
time
when
Spain
was
the
most
powerful
country
on
earth
and
his
was
one
of
Spain
’
s
proudest
figures
.
He
left
,
because
the
lord
of
the
Inquisition
did
not
approve
of
his
manner
of
thinking
and
suggested
,
at
a
court
banquet
,
that
he
change
it
.
Sebastián
d
’
Anconia
threw
the
contents
of
his
wine
glass
at
the
face
of
the
lord
of
the
Inquisition
,
and
escaped
before
he
could
be
seized
.
He
left
behind
him
his
fortune
,
his
estate
,
his
marble
palace
and
the
girl
he
loved
—
and
he
sailed
to
a
new
world
.
