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"
Mr
.
Thompson
,
"
said
Mouch
,
choking
,
"
I
.
.
.
I
’
m
afraid
he
’
s
a
man
who
’
s
not
open
to
a
deal
.
"
"
There
’
s
no
such
thing
,
"
said
Mr
.
Thompson
.
A
cold
wind
rattled
the
broken
signs
over
the
windows
of
abandoned
shops
,
in
the
street
outside
the
radio
station
.
The
city
seemed
abnormally
quiet
.
The
distant
rumble
of
the
traffic
sounded
lower
than
usual
and
made
the
wind
sound
louder
.
Empty
sidewalks
stretched
off
into
the
darkness
;
a
few
lone
figures
stood
in
whispering
clusters
under
the
rare
lights
.
Eddie
Willers
did
not
speak
until
they
were
many
blocks
away
from
the
station
.
He
stopped
abruptly
,
when
they
reached
a
deserted
square
where
the
public
loud
-
speakers
,
which
no
one
had
thought
of
turning
off
,
were
now
broadcasting
a
domestic
comedy
—
the
shrill
voices
of
a
husband
and
wife
quarreling
over
Junior
’
s
dates
—
to
an
empty
stretch
of
pavement
enclosed
by
unlighted
house
fronts
.
Beyond
the
square
,
a
few
dots
of
light
,
scattered
vertically
above
the
twenty
fifth
-
floor
limit
of
the
city
,
suggested
a
distant
,
rising
form
,
which
was
the
Taggart
Building
.
Eddie
stopped
and
pointed
at
the
building
,
his
finger
shaking
.
"
Dagny
!
"
he
cried
,
then
lowered
his
voice
involuntarily
.
"
Dagny
,
"
he
whispered
,
"
I
know
him
.
He
.
.
.
he
works
there
.
.
.
there
.
.
.
"
He
kept
pointing
at
the
building
with
incredulous
helplessness
.
"
He
works
for
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
.
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
she
answered
;
her
voice
was
a
lifeless
monotone
.
"
As
a
track
laborer
.
.
.
as
the
lowest
of
track
laborers
.
.
.
"
