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"
Oh
,
certainly
!
You
don
’
t
have
to
recognize
me
on
the
street
,
if
you
don
’
t
want
to
.
You
can
say
you
’
ve
never
seen
me
before
and
I
’
ll
say
I
’
ve
never
heard
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
"
He
remained
silent
,
trying
to
think
,
staring
down
at
the
floor
.
She
turned
to
look
at
the
grounds
beyond
the
window
.
The
sky
had
the
even
,
gray
-
white
pallor
of
winter
.
Far
below
,
on
the
shore
of
the
Hudson
,
she
saw
the
road
she
used
to
watch
for
Francisco
’
s
car
—
she
saw
the
cliff
over
the
river
,
where
they
climbed
to
look
for
the
towers
of
New
York
—
and
somewhere
beyond
the
woods
were
the
trails
that
led
to
Rockdale
Station
.
The
earth
was
snow
-
covered
now
,
and
what
remained
was
like
the
skeleton
of
the
countryside
she
remembered
—
a
thin
design
of
bare
branches
rising
from
the
snow
to
the
sky
.
It
was
gray
and
white
,
like
a
photograph
,
a
dead
photograph
which
one
keeps
hopefully
for
remembrance
,
but
which
has
no
power
to
bring
back
anything
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
call
it
?
"
She
turned
,
startled
.
"
What
?
"
"
What
are
you
going
to
call
your
company
?
"
"
Oh
.
.
.
Why
,
the
Dagny
Taggart
Line
,
I
guess
.
"
"
But
.
.
.
Do
you
think
that
’
s
wise
?
It
might
be
misunderstood
.
