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The
rectangle
of
light
in
the
acres
of
a
farm
was
the
window
of
the
library
of
Judge
Narragansett
.
He
sat
at
a
table
,
and
the
light
of
his
lamp
fell
on
the
copy
of
an
ancient
document
.
He
had
marked
and
crossed
out
the
contradictions
in
its
statements
that
had
once
been
the
cause
of
its
destruction
.
He
was
now
adding
a
new
clause
to
its
pages
:
"
Congress
shall
make
no
law
abridging
the
freedom
of
production
and
trade
.
.
.
"
The
rectangle
of
light
in
the
midst
of
a
forest
was
the
window
of
the
cabin
of
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
.
Francisco
lay
stretched
on
the
floor
,
by
the
dancing
tongues
of
a
fire
,
bent
over
sheets
of
paper
,
completing
the
drawing
of
his
smelter
.
Hank
Rearden
and
Ellis
Wyatt
sat
by
the
fireplace
.
"
John
will
design
the
new
locomotives
,
"
Rearden
was
saying
,
"
and
Dagny
will
run
the
first
railroad
between
New
York
and
Philadelphia
.
She
—
"
And
,
suddenly
,
on
hearing
the
next
sentence
,
Francisco
threw
his
head
up
and
burst
out
laughing
,
a
laughter
of
greeting
,
triumph
and
release
.
They
could
not
hear
the
music
of
Halley
’
s
Fifth
Concerto
now
flowing
somewhere
high
above
the
roof
,
but
Francisco
’
s
laughter
matched
its
sounds
.
Contained
in
the
sentence
he
had
heard
,
Francisco
was
seeing
the
sunlight
of
spring
on
the
open
lawns
of
homes
across
the
country
,
he
was
seeing
the
sparkle
of
motors
,
he
was
seeing
the
glow
of
the
steel
in
the
rising
frames
of
new
skyscrapers
,
he
was
seeing
the
eyes
of
youth
looking
at
the
future
with
no
uncertainty
or
fear
.
The
sentence
Rearden
had
uttered
was
:
"
She
will
probably
try
to
take
the
shirt
off
my
back
with
the
freight
rates
she
’
s
going
to
charge
,
but
—
I
’
ll
be
able
to
meet
them
.
"
The
faint
glitter
of
light
weaving
slowly
through
space
,
on
the
highest
accessible
ledge
of
a
mountain
,
was
the
starlight
on
the
strands
of
Galt
’
s
hair
.
He
stood
looking
,
not
at
the
valley
below
,
but
at
the
darkness
of
the
world
beyond
its
walls
.
Dagny
’
s
hand
rested
on
his
shoulder
,
and
the
wind
blew
her
hair
to
blend
with
his
.
She
knew
why
he
had
wanted
to
walk
through
the
mountains
tonight
and
what
he
had
stopped
to
consider
.
She
knew
what
words
were
his
to
speak
and
that
she
would
be
first
to
hear
them
.
They
could
not
see
the
world
beyond
the
mountains
,
there
was
only
a
void
of
darkness
and
rock
,
but
the
darkness
was
hiding
the
ruins
of
a
continent
:
the
roofless
homes
,
the
rusting
tractors
,
the
lightless
streets
,
the
abandoned
rail
.
But
far
in
the
distance
,
on
the
edge
of
the
earth
,
a
small
flame
was
waving
in
the
wind
,
the
defiantly
stubborn
flame
of
Wyatt
’
s
Torch
,
twisting
,
being
torn
and
regaining
its
hold
,
not
to
be
uprooted
or
extinguished
It
seemed
to
be
calling
and
waiting
for
the
words
John
Galt
was
now
to
pronounce
.
"
The
road
is
cleared
,
"
said
Galt
.
"
We
are
going
back
to
the
world
.
"
He
raised
his
hand
and
over
the
desolate
earth
he
traced
in
space
the
sign
of
the
dollar
.