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They
did
not
think
that
Galt
would
give
in
;
they
did
not
want
him
to
give
in
.
They
did
not
think
that
anything
could
save
them
now
;
they
did
not
want
to
be
saved
.
Moved
by
the
panic
of
their
nameless
emotions
,
they
had
fought
against
reality
all
their
lives
—
and
now
they
had
reached
a
moment
when
at
last
they
felt
at
home
.
They
did
not
have
to
know
why
they
felt
it
,
they
who
had
chosen
never
to
know
what
they
felt
—
they
merely
experienced
a
sense
of
recognition
,
since
this
was
what
they
had
been
seeking
,
this
was
the
kind
of
reality
that
had
been
implied
in
all
of
their
feelings
,
their
actions
,
their
desires
,
their
choices
,
their
dreams
.
This
was
the
nature
and
the
method
of
the
rebellion
against
existence
and
of
the
undefined
quest
for
an
unnamed
Nirvana
.
They
did
not
want
to
live
;
they
wanted
him
to
die
.
The
horror
she
felt
was
only
a
brief
stab
,
like
the
wrench
of
a
switching
perspective
:
she
grasped
that
the
objects
she
had
thought
to
be
human
were
not
.
She
was
left
with
a
sense
of
clarity
,
of
a
final
answer
and
of
the
need
to
act
.
He
was
in
danger
;
there
was
no
time
and
no
room
in
her
consciousness
to
waste
emotion
on
the
actions
of
the
subhuman
.
"
We
must
make
sure
,
"
Wesley
Mouch
was
whispering
,
"
that
nobody
ever
learns
about
it
.
.
.
"
"
Nobody
will
,
"
said
Ferris
;
their
voices
had
the
cautious
drone
of
conspirators
.
"
It
’
s
a
secret
,
separate
unit
on
the
Institute
grounds
.
.
.
Sound
-
proofed
and
safely
distant
from
the
rest
.
.
.
Only
a
very
few
of
our
staff
have
ever
entered
it
.
.
.
"
"
If
we
were
to
fly
—
"
said
Mouch
,
and
stopped
abruptly
,
as
if
he
had
caught
some
warning
in
Ferris
’
face
.
She
saw
Ferris
’
eyes
move
to
her
,
as
if
he
had
suddenly
remembered
her
presence
.
She
held
his
glance
,
letting
him
see
the
untroubled
indifference
of
hers
,
as
if
she
had
neither
cared
nor
understood
.
Then
,
as
if
merely
grasping
the
signal
of
a
private
discussion
,
she
turned
slowly
,
with
the
suggestion
of
a
shrug
,
and
left
the
room
.
She
knew
that
they
were
now
past
the
stage
of
worrying
about
her
.
She
walked
with
the
same
unhurried
indifference
through
the
halls
and
through
the
exit
of
the
hotel
.
But
a
block
away
,
when
she
had
turned
a
corner
,
her
head
flew
up
and
the
folds
of
her
evening
gown
slammed
like
a
sail
against
her
legs
with
the
sudden
violence
of
the
speed
of
her
steps
.
And
now
,
as
she
rushed
through
the
darkness
,
thinking
only
of
finding
a
telephone
booth
,
she
felt
a
new
sensation
rising
irresistibly
within
her
,
past
the
immediate
tension
of
danger
and
concern
:
it
was
the
sense
of
freedom
of
a
world
that
had
never
had
to
be
obstructed
.
