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"
"
How
long
have
you
been
—
?
"
She
stopped
;
this
time
,
she
did
not
gasp
;
the
sight
confronting
her
could
not
be
greeted
by
anything
except
a
moment
of
total
inner
stillness
:
on
the
wall
,
behind
a
row
of
machinery
,
she
saw
a
’
picture
cut
out
of
a
newspaper
—
a
picture
of
her
,
in
slacks
and
shirt
,
standing
by
the
side
of
the
engine
at
the
opening
of
the
John
Galt
Line
,
her
head
lifted
,
her
smile
holding
the
context
,
the
meaning
and
the
sunlight
of
that
day
.
A
moan
was
her
only
answer
,
as
she
turned
to
him
,
but
the
look
on
his
face
matched
hers
in
the
picture
.
"
I
was
the
symbol
of
what
you
wanted
to
destroy
in
the
world
,
"
he
said
,
"
But
you
were
my
symbol
of
what
I
wanted
to
achieve
.
"
He
pointed
at
the
picture
.
"
This
is
how
men
expect
to
feel
about
their
life
once
or
twice
,
as
an
exception
,
in
the
course
of
their
lifetime
.
But
I
—
this
is
what
I
chose
as
the
constant
and
normal
.
"
The
look
on
his
face
,
the
serene
intensity
of
his
eyes
and
of
his
mind
made
it
real
to
her
,
now
,
in
this
moment
,
in
this
moment
’
s
full
context
,
in
this
city
.
When
he
kissed
her
,
she
knew
that
their
arms
,
holding
each
other
,
were
holding
their
greatest
triumph
,
that
this
was
the
reality
untouched
by
pain
or
fear
,
the
reality
of
Halley
’
s
Fifth
Concerto
,
this
was
the
reward
they
had
wanted
,
fought
for
and
won
.
The
doorbell
rang
.
Her
first
reaction
was
to
draw
back
,
his
—
to
hold
her
closer
and
longer
.
When
he
raised
his
head
,
he
was
smiling
.
He
said
only
,
"
Now
is
the
time
not
to
be
afraid
.
"
