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- Стр. 1560/1581
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The
seven
guards
stood
frozen
for
an
instant
,
obeying
neither
.
"
Let
me
out
of
here
!
"
screamed
the
youngest
,
dashing
for
the
door
on
the
right
.
He
threw
the
door
open
and
sprang
back
:
Dagny
Taggart
stood
on
the
threshold
,
gun
in
hand
.
The
guards
were
drawing
slowly
to
the
center
of
the
room
,
fighting
an
invisible
battle
in
the
fog
of
their
minds
,
disarmed
by
a
sense
of
unreality
in
the
presence
of
the
legendary
figures
they
had
never
expected
to
see
,
feeling
almost
as
if
they
were
ordered
to
fire
at
ghosts
.
"
Drop
your
guns
,
"
said
Rearden
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
why
you
’
re
here
.
We
do
.
You
don
’
t
know
who
your
prisoner
is
.
We
do
.
You
don
’
t
know
why
your
bosses
want
you
to
guard
him
.
We
know
why
we
want
to
get
him
out
.
You
don
’
t
know
the
purpose
of
your
fight
.
We
know
the
purpose
of
ours
.
If
you
die
,
you
won
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
dying
for
.
If
we
do
,
we
will
.
"
"
Don
’
t
.
.
.
don
’
t
listen
to
him
!
"
snarled
the
chief
.
"
Shoot
!
I
order
you
to
shoot
!
"
One
of
the
guards
looked
at
the
chief
,
dropped
his
gun
and
,
raising
his
arms
,
backed
away
from
the
group
toward
Rearden
.
"
God
damn
you
!
"
yelled
the
chief
,
seized
a
gun
with
his
left
hand
and
fired
at
the
deserter
.
In
time
with
the
fall
of
the
man
’
s
body
,
the
window
burst
into
a
shower
of
glass
—
and
from
the
limb
of
a
tree
,
as
from
a
catapult
,
the
tall
,
slender
figure
of
a
man
flew
into
the
room
,
landed
on
its
feet
and
fired
at
the
first
guard
in
reach
.
