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"
Oh
,
is
it
your
wedding
anniversary
?
I
didn
’
t
know
.
My
congratulations
,
Hank
.
"
"
What
did
you
wish
to
celebrate
?
"
"
I
thought
I
’
d
permit
myself
a
rest
.
A
celebration
of
my
own
—
in
your
honor
and
mine
.
"
"
For
what
reason
?
"
She
was
thinking
of
the
new
track
on
the
rocky
grades
of
the
Colorado
mountains
,
growing
slowly
toward
the
distant
goal
of
the
Wyatt
oil
fields
.
She
was
seeing
the
greenish
-
blue
glow
of
the
rails
on
the
frozen
ground
,
among
the
dried
weeds
,
the
naked
boulders
,
the
rotting
shanties
of
half
-
starved
settlements
.
"
In
honor
of
the
first
sixty
miles
of
Rearden
Metal
track
,
"
she
answered
.
"
I
appreciate
it
.
"
The
tone
of
his
voice
was
the
one
that
would
have
been
proper
if
he
had
said
,
"
I
’
ve
never
heard
of
it
.
"
She
found
nothing
else
to
say
.
She
felt
as
if
she
were
speaking
to
a
stranger
.
"
Why
,
Miss
Taggart
!
"
a
cheerful
voice
broke
their
silence
.
"
Now
this
is
what
I
mean
when
I
say
that
Hank
Rearden
can
achieve
any
miracle
!
"
