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"
You
might
like
to
know
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
I
have
a
job
on
the
railroad
.
Night
operator
at
Rockdale
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
All
right
,
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
now
it
’
s
a
race
.
Let
’
s
see
who
’
ll
do
greater
honor
,
you
—
to
Nat
Taggart
,
or
I
—
to
Sebastián
d
‘
Anconia
.
"
That
winter
,
she
stripped
her
life
down
to
the
bright
simplicity
of
a
geometrical
drawing
:
a
few
straight
lines
—
to
and
from
the
engineering
college
in
the
city
each
day
,
to
and
from
her
job
at
Rockdale
Station
each
night
—
and
the
closed
circle
of
her
room
,
a
room
littered
with
diagrams
of
motors
,
blueprints
of
steel
structures
,
and
railroad
timetables
.
Mrs
.
Taggart
watched
her
daughter
in
unhappy
bewilderment
.
She
could
have
forgiven
all
the
omissions
,
but
one
:
Dagny
showed
no
sign
of
interest
in
men
,
no
romantic
inclination
whatever
.
Mrs
.
Taggart
did
not
approve
of
extremes
;
she
had
been
prepared
to
contend
with
an
extreme
of
the
opposite
kind
,
if
necessary
;
she
found
herself
thinking
that
this
was
worse
.
She
felt
embarrassed
when
she
had
to
admit
that
her
daughter
,
at
seventeen
,
did
not
have
a
single
admirer
.
"
Dagny
and
Francisco
d
‘
Anconia
?
"
she
said
,
smiling
ruefully
,
in
answer
to
the
curiosity
of
her
friends
.
"
Oh
no
,
it
’
s
not
a
romance
.
It
’
s
an
international
industrial
cartel
of
some
kind
.
That
’
s
all
they
seem
to
care
about
.
"
Mrs
.
Taggart
heard
James
say
one
evening
,
in
the
presence
of
guests
,
a
peculiar
tone
of
satisfaction
in
his
voice
,
"
Dagny
,
even
though
you
were
named
after
her
,
you
really
look
more
like
Nat
Taggart
than
like
that
first
Dagny
Taggart
,
the
famous
beauty
who
was
his
wife
.
"
Mrs
.
Taggart
did
not
know
which
offended
her
most
:
that
James
said
it
or
that
Dagny
accepted
it
happily
as
a
compliment
.
She
would
never
have
a
chance
,
thought
Mrs
.
Taggart
,
to
form
some
conception
of
her
own
daughter
.
Dagny
was
only
a
figure
hurrying
in
and
out
of
the
apartment
,
a
slim
figure
in
a
leather
jacket
,
with
a
raised
collar
,
a
short
skirt
and
long
show
-
girl
legs
.
She
walked
,
cutting
across
a
room
,
with
a
masculine
,
straight
-
line
abruptness
,
but
she
had
a
peculiar
grace
of
motion
that
was
swift
,
tense
and
oddly
,
challengingly
feminine
.
At
times
,
catching
a
glimpse
of
Dagny
’
s
face
,
Mrs
.
Taggart
caught
an
expression
which
she
could
not
quite
define
:
it
was
much
more
than
gaiety
,
it
was
the
look
of
such
an
untouched
purity
of
enjoyment
that
she
found
it
abnormal
,
too
:
no
young
girl
could
be
so
insensitive
as
to
have
discovered
no
sadness
in
life
.
Her
daughter
,
she
concluded
,
was
incapable
of
emotion
.
