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He
did
not
answer
at
once
.
She
noticed
the
empty
moment
of
a
pause
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
he
said
;
she
wondered
whether
she
imagined
the
note
of
abruptness
in
his
voice
.
"
I
’
m
not
flying
back
to
New
York
.
I
’
m
going
to
Minnesota
.
"
"
Oh
well
,
then
I
’
ll
try
to
get
on
an
air
liner
,
if
I
can
find
one
today
.
"
She
watched
his
car
vanish
down
the
winding
road
.
She
drove
to
the
airport
an
hour
later
.
The
place
was
a
small
field
at
the
bottom
of
a
break
in
the
desolate
chain
of
mountains
.
There
were
patches
of
snow
on
the
hard
,
pitted
earth
.
The
pole
of
a
beacon
stood
at
one
side
,
trailing
wires
to
the
ground
;
the
other
poles
had
been
knocked
down
by
a
storm
.
A
lonely
attendant
came
to
meet
her
.
"
No
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
regretfully
,
"
no
planes
till
day
after
tomorrow
.
There
’
s
only
one
transcontinental
liner
every
two
days
,
you
know
,
and
the
one
that
was
due
today
has
been
grounded
,
down
in
Arizona
.
Engine
trouble
,
as
usual
.
"
He
added
,
"
It
’
s
a
pity
you
didn
’
t
get
here
a
bit
sooner
.
Mr
.
Rearden
took
off
for
New
York
,
in
his
private
plane
,
just
a
little
while
ago
.
"
"
He
wasn
’
t
flying
to
New
York
,
was
he
?
"
"
Why
,
yes
.
He
said
so
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
"
He
said
he
had
an
appointment
there
tonight
.
"
She
looked
at
the
sky
to
the
east
,
blankly
,
without
moving
.
She
had
no
clue
to
any
reason
,
nothing
to
give
her
a
foothold
,
nothing
with
which
to
weigh
this
or
fight
it
or
understand
.
