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"
He
’
s
an
arrogant
egoist
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
’
s
an
ambitious
adventurer
.
He
’
s
a
man
of
unlimited
audacity
who
’
s
playing
for
the
biggest
stakes
in
the
world
.
"
It
was
easy
,
she
thought
.
It
would
have
been
difficult
in
that
distant
time
when
she
had
regarded
language
as
a
tool
of
honor
,
always
to
be
used
as
if
one
were
under
oath
—
an
oath
of
allegiance
to
reality
and
to
respect
for
human
beings
.
Now
it
was
only
a
matter
of
making
sounds
,
inarticulate
sounds
addressed
to
inanimate
objects
unrelated
to
such
concepts
as
reality
,
human
or
honor
.
It
had
been
easy
,
that
first
morning
,
to
report
to
Mr
.
Thompson
how
she
had
traced
John
Galt
to
his
home
.
It
had
been
easy
to
watch
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
gulping
smiles
and
his
repeated
cries
of
"
That
’
s
my
girl
!
"
uttered
with
glances
of
triumph
at
his
assistants
,
the
triumph
of
a
man
whose
judgment
in
trusting
her
had
been
vindicated
.
It
had
been
easy
to
express
an
angry
hatred
for
Galt
—
"
I
used
to
agree
with
his
ideas
,
but
I
won
’
t
let
him
destroy
my
railroad
!
"
—
and
to
hear
Mr
.
Thompson
say
,
"
Don
’
t
you
worry
,
Miss
Taggart
!
We
’
ll
protect
you
from
him
!
"
It
had
been
easy
to
assume
a
look
of
cold
shrewdness
and
to
remind
Mr
.
Thompson
of
the
five
-
hundred
-
thousand
-
dollar
reward
,
her
voice
clear
and
cutting
,
like
the
sound
of
an
adding
machine
punching
out
the
sum
of
a
bill
.
She
had
seen
an
instant
’
s
pause
in
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
facial
muscles
,
then
a
brighter
,
broader
smile
—
like
a
silent
speech
declaring
that
he
had
not
expected
it
,
but
was
delighted
to
know
what
made
her
tick
and
that
it
was
the
kind
of
ticking
he
understood
.
"
Of
course
,
Miss
Taggart
!
Certainly
!
That
reward
is
yours
—
all
yours
!
The
check
will
be
sent
to
you
,
in
full
!
"
It
had
been
easy
,
because
she
had
felt
as
if
she
were
in
some
dreary
non
-
world
,
where
her
words
and
actions
were
not
facts
any
longer
—
not
reflections
of
reality
,
but
only
distorted
postures
in
one
of
those
side
-
show
mirrors
that
project
deformity
for
the
perception
of
beings
whose
consciousness
is
not
to
be
treated
as
consciousness
.
Thin
,
single
and
hot
,
like
the
burning
pressure
of
a
wire
within
her
,
like
a
needle
selecting
her
course
,
was
her
only
concern
:
the
thought
of
his
safety
.
The
rest
was
a
blur
of
shapeless
dissolution
,
half
-
acid
,
half
fog
.
But
this
—
she
thought
with
a
shudder
—
was
the
state
in
which
they
lived
,
all
those
people
whom
she
had
never
understood
,
this
was
the
state
they
desired
,
this
rubber
reality
,
this
task
of
pretending
,
distorting
,
deceiving
,
with
the
credulous
stare
of
some
Mr
.
Thompson
’
s
panic
-
bleary
eyes
as
one
’
s
only
purpose
and
reward
.
Those
who
desired
this
state
—
she
wondered
—
did
they
want
to
live
?
"
The
biggest
stakes
in
the
world
,
Miss
Taggart
?
"
Mr
.
Thompson
was
asking
her
anxiously
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
does
he
want
?
"
