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She
turned
away
.
She
struggled
not
to
look
at
him
too
often
,
not
to
attract
the
attention
of
her
companions
.
She
had
been
placed
at
a
table
prominent
enough
to
display
her
to
the
assembly
,
but
obscure
enough
to
keep
her
out
of
the
line
of
Galt
’
s
sight
,
along
with
those
who
had
incurred
Galt
’
s
disfavor
:
with
Dr
.
Ferris
and
Eugene
Lawson
.
Her
brother
Jim
,
she
noted
,
had
been
placed
closer
to
the
platform
;
she
could
see
his
sullen
face
among
the
nervous
figures
of
Tinky
Holloway
,
Fred
Kinnan
,
Dr
.
Simon
Pritchett
.
The
tortured
faces
strung
out
above
the
speakers
’
table
were
not
succeeding
in
their
efforts
to
hide
that
they
looked
like
men
enduring
an
ordeal
;
the
calm
of
Galt
’
s
face
seemed
radiant
among
them
;
she
wondered
who
was
prisoner
here
and
who
was
master
.
Her
glance
moved
slowly
down
the
line
-
up
of
his
table
:
Mr
.
Thompson
,
Wesley
Mouch
,
Chick
Morrison
,
some
generals
,
some
members
of
the
Legislature
and
,
preposterously
,
Mr
.
Mowen
chosen
as
a
bribe
to
Galt
,
as
a
symbol
of
big
business
.
She
glanced
about
the
room
,
looking
for
the
face
of
Dr
.
Stadler
;
he
was
not
present
.
The
voices
filling
the
room
were
like
a
fever
chart
,
she
thought
;
they
kept
darting
too
high
and
collapsing
into
patches
of
silence
;
the
occasional
spurts
of
someone
’
s
laughter
broke
off
,
incompleted
,
and
attracted
the
shuddering
turn
of
the
heads
at
the
neighboring
tables
.
The
faces
were
drawn
and
twisted
by
the
most
obvious
and
least
dignified
form
of
tension
:
by
forced
smiles
.
These
people
—
she
thought
—
knew
,
not
by
means
of
their
reason
,
but
by
means
of
their
panic
,
that
this
banquet
was
the
ultimate
climax
and
the
naked
essence
of
their
world
.
They
knew
that
neither
their
God
nor
their
guns
could
make
this
celebration
mean
what
they
were
struggling
to
pretend
it
meant
.
She
could
not
swallow
the
food
that
was
placed
before
her
;
her
throat
seemed
closed
by
a
rigid
convulsion
.
She
noticed
that
the
others
at
her
table
were
also
merely
pretending
to
eat
.
Dr
.
Ferris
was
the
only
one
whose
appetite
seemed
unaffected
.
When
she
saw
a
slush
of
ice
cream
in
a
crystal
bowl
before
her
,
she
noticed
the
sudden
silence
of
the
room
and
heard
the
screeching
of
the
television
machinery
being
dragged
forward
for
action
.
Now
—
she
thought
,
with
a
sinking
sense
of
expectation
,
and
knew
that
the
same
question
mark
was
on
every
mind
in
the
room
.
They
were
all
staring
at
Galt
.
His
face
did
not
move
or
change
.
No
one
had
to
call
for
silence
,
when
Mr
.
Thompson
waved
to
an
announcer
:
the
room
did
not
seem
to
breathe
.
"
Fellow
citizens
,
"
the
announcer
cried
into
a
microphone
,
"
of
this
country
and
of
any
other
that
’
s
able
to
listen
—
from
the
grand
ballroom
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
in
New
York
City
,
we
are
bringing
you
the
inauguration
of
the
John
Galt
Plan
!
"
A
rectangle
of
tensely
bluish
light
appeared
on
the
wall
behind
the
speakers
’
table
—
a
television
screen
to
project
for
the
guests
the
images
which
the
country
was
now
to
see
.
"
The
John
Galt
Plan
for
Peace
,
Prosperity
and
Profit
!
"
cried
the
announcer
,
while
a
shivering
picture
of
the
ballroom
sprang
into
view
on
the
screen
.
"
The
dawn
of
a
new
age
!
The
product
of
a
harmonious
collaboration
between
the
humanitarian
spirit
of
our
leaders
and
the
scientific
genius
of
John
Galt
!
If
your
faith
in
the
future
has
been
undermined
by
vicious
rumors
,
you
may
now
see
for
yourself
our
happily
united
family
of
leadership
!
.
.
.
Ladies
and
gentlemen
"
—
as
the
television
camera
swooped
down
to
the
speakers
’
table
,
and
the
stupefied
face
of
Mr
.
Mowen
filled
the
screen
—
"
Mr
.
Horace
Bussby
Mowen
,
the
American
Industrialist
!
"
The
camera
moved
to
an
aged
collection
of
facial
muscles
shaped
in
imitation
of
a
smile
.
"
General
of
the
Army
Whittington
S
.
Thorpe
!
"
The
camera
,
like
an
eye
at
a
police
line
-
up
,
moved
from
face
to
scarred
face
—
scarred
by
the
ravages
of
fear
,
of
evasion
,
of
despair
,
of
uncertainty
,
of
self
-
loathing
,
of
guilt
.
"
Majority
Leader
of
the
National
Legislature
,
Mr
.
Lucian
Phelps
!
.
.
.
Mr
.
Wesley
Mouch
!
.
.
.
Mr
.
Thompson
!
"
The
camera
paused
on
Mr
.
Thompson
;
he
gave
a
big
grin
to
the
nation
,
then
turned
and
looked
off
screen
,
to
his
left
,
with
an
air
of
triumphant
expectancy
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
"
the
announcer
said
solemnly
,
"
John
Galt
!
"
