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She
fell
down
on
her
knees
by
the
side
of
the
mattress
.
Galt
looked
up
at
her
,
as
he
had
looked
on
their
first
morning
in
the
valley
,
his
smile
was
like
the
sound
of
a
laughter
that
had
never
been
touched
by
pain
,
his
voice
was
soft
and
low
:
"
We
never
had
to
take
any
of
it
seriously
,
did
we
?
"
Tears
running
down
her
face
,
but
her
smile
declaring
a
full
,
confident
,
radiant
certainty
,
she
answered
,
"
No
,
we
never
had
to
.
"
Rearden
and
Danneskjold
were
cutting
his
bonds
.
Francisco
held
a
flask
of
brandy
to
Galt
’
s
lips
.
Galt
drank
,
and
raised
himself
to
lean
on
an
elbow
when
his
arms
were
free
.
"
Give
me
a
cigarette
,
"
he
said
.
Francisco
produced
a
package
of
dollar
-
sign
cigarettes
.
Galt
’
s
hand
shook
a
little
,
as
he
held
a
cigarette
to
the
flame
of
a
lighter
,
but
Francisco
’
s
hand
shook
much
more
.
Glancing
at
his
eyes
over
the
flame
,
Galt
smiled
and
said
in
the
tone
of
an
answer
to
the
questions
Francisco
was
not
asking
,
"
Yes
,
it
was
pretty
bad
,
but
bearable
—
and
the
kind
of
voltage
they
used
leaves
no
damage
.
"
"
I
’
ll
find
them
some
day
,
whoever
they
were
.
.
.
"
said
Francisco
;
the
tone
of
his
voice
,
flat
,
dead
and
barely
audible
,
said
the
rest
.
"
If
you
do
,
you
’
ll
find
that
there
’
s
nothing
left
of
them
to
kill
.
"
Galt
glanced
at
the
faces
around
him
;
he
saw
the
intensity
of
the
relief
in
their
eyes
and
the
violence
of
the
anger
in
the
grimness
of
their
features
;
he
knew
in
what
manner
they
were
now
reliving
his
torture
.
"
It
’
s
over
,
"
he
said
.
"
Don
’
t
make
it
worse
for
yourself
than
it
was
for
me
.
"
