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She
stood
defiantly
still
,
because
the
way
he
looked
at
her
demanded
an
angry
escape
.
She
stood
as
she
always
did
,
straight
and
taut
,
her
head
lifted
impatiently
.
It
was
the
unfeminine
pose
of
an
executive
.
But
her
naked
shoulder
betrayed
the
fragility
of
the
body
under
the
black
dress
,
and
the
pose
made
her
most
truly
a
woman
.
The
proud
strength
became
a
challenge
to
someone
’
s
superior
strength
,
and
the
fragility
a
reminder
that
the
challenge
could
be
broken
.
She
was
not
conscious
of
it
.
She
had
met
no
one
able
to
see
it
.
He
said
,
looking
down
at
her
body
,
"
Dagny
,
what
a
magnificent
waste
!
"
She
had
to
turn
and
escape
.
She
felt
herself
blushing
,
for
the
first
time
in
years
:
blushing
because
she
knew
suddenly
that
the
sentence
named
what
she
had
felt
all
evening
.
She
ran
,
trying
not
to
think
.
The
music
stopped
her
.
It
was
a
sudden
blast
from
the
radio
.
She
noticed
Mort
Liddy
,
who
had
turned
it
on
,
waving
his
arms
to
a
group
of
friends
,
yelling
,
"
That
’
s
it
!
That
’
s
it
!
I
want
you
to
hear
it
!
"
The
great
burst
of
sound
was
the
opening
chords
of
Halley
’
s
Fourth
Concerto
.
It
rose
in
tortured
triumph
,
speaking
its
denial
of
pain
,
its
hymn
to
a
distant
vision
.
Then
the
notes
broke
.
It
was
as
if
a
handful
of
mud
and
pebbles
had
been
flung
at
the
music
,
and
what
followed
was
the
sound
of
the
rolling
and
the
dripping
.
It
was
Halley
’
s
Concerto
swung
into
a
popular
tune
.
It
was
Halley
’
s
melody
torn
apart
,
its
holes
stuffed
with
hiccoughs
.
The
great
statement
of
joy
had
become
the
giggling
of
a
barroom
.
Yet
it
was
still
the
remnant
of
Halley
’
s
melody
that
gave
it
form
;
it
was
the
melody
that
supported
it
like
a
spinal
cord
.
"
Pretty
good
?
"
Mort
Liddy
was
smiling
at
his
friends
,
boastfully
and
nervously
.
"
Pretty
good
,
eh
?
Best
movie
score
of
the
year
.
Got
me
a
prize
.
Got
me
a
long
-
term
contract
.
Yeah
,
this
was
my
score
for
Heaven
’
s
in
Your
Backyard
.
"
Dagny
stood
,
staring
at
the
room
,
as
if
one
sense
could
replace
another
,
as
if
sight
could
wipe
out
sound
.
She
moved
her
head
in
a
slow
circle
,
trying
to
find
an
anchor
somewhere
.
She
saw
Francisco
leaning
against
a
column
,
his
arms
crossed
;
he
was
looking
straight
at
her
;
he
was
laughing
.
Don
’
t
shake
like
this
,
she
thought
.
Get
out
of
here
.
This
was
the
approach
of
an
anger
she
could
not
control
.
She
thought
:
Say
nothing
.
Walk
steadily
.
Get
out
.
