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A
waiter
had
turned
on
the
radio
for
dinner
music
;
they
had
paid
no
attention
to
it
.
But
suddenly
,
a
crash
of
sound
jarred
the
room
,
almost
as
if
a
subterranean
blast
had
struck
the
walls
and
made
them
tremble
.
The
shock
came
,
not
from
the
loudness
,
but
from
the
quality
of
the
sounds
.
It
was
Halley
’
s
new
Concerto
,
recently
written
,
the
Fourth
.
They
sat
in
silence
,
listening
to
the
statement
of
rebellion
—
the
anthem
of
the
triumph
of
the
great
victims
who
would
refuse
to
accept
pain
.
Francisco
listened
,
looking
out
at
the
city
.
Without
transition
or
warning
,
he
asked
,
his
voice
oddly
unstressed
,
"
Dagny
,
what
would
you
say
if
I
asked
you
to
leave
Taggart
Transcontinental
and
let
it
go
to
hell
,
as
it
will
when
your
brother
takes
over
?
"
"
What
would
I
say
if
you
asked
me
to
consider
the
idea
of
committing
suicide
?
"
she
answered
angrily
.
He
remained
silent
.
"
Why
did
you
say
that
?
"
she
snapped
.
"
I
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
joke
about
it
.
It
’
s
not
like
you
.
"
There
was
no
touch
of
humor
in
his
face
.
He
answered
quietly
,
gravely
,
"
No
.
Of
course
.
I
shouldn
’
t
.
"
She
brought
herself
to
question
him
about
his
work
.
He
answered
the
questions
;
he
volunteered
nothing
.
She
repeated
to
him
the
comments
of
the
industrialists
about
the
brilliant
prospects
of
d
‘
Anconia
Copper
under
his
management
.
"
That
’
s
true
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
lifeless
.
In
sudden
anxiety
,
not
knowing
what
prompted
her
,
she
asked
,
"
Francisco
,
why
did
you
come
to
New
York
?
"
