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He
had
attended
to
the
matter
without
breaking
his
chain
of
appointments
,
without
raising
his
voice
,
without
sign
of
strain
,
uncertainty
or
apprehension
;
he
had
acted
with
the
swift
precision
of
a
military
commander
under
sudden
fire
—
and
Gwen
Ives
,
his
secretary
,
had
acted
as
his
calmest
lieutenant
.
She
was
a
girl
in
her
late
twenties
,
whose
quietly
harmonious
,
impenetrable
face
had
a
quality
matching
the
best
designed
office
equipment
;
she
was
one
of
his
most
ruthlessly
competent
employees
;
her
manner
of
performing
her
duties
suggested
the
kind
of
rational
cleanliness
that
would
consider
any
element
of
emotion
,
while
at
work
,
as
an
unpardonable
immorality
.
When
the
emergency
was
over
,
her
sole
comment
was
,
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
I
think
we
should
ask
all
our
suppliers
to
ship
via
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
"
"
I
’
m
thinking
that
,
too
,
"
he
answered
;
then
added
,
"
Wire
Fleming
in
Colorado
.
Tell
him
I
’
m
taking
an
option
on
that
copper
mine
property
.
"
He
was
back
at
his
desk
,
speaking
to
his
superintendent
on
one
phone
and
to
his
purchasing
manager
on
another
,
checking
every
date
and
ton
of
ore
on
hand
—
he
could
not
leave
to
chance
or
to
another
person
the
possibility
of
a
single
hour
’
s
delay
in
the
flow
of
a
furnace
:
it
was
the
last
of
the
rail
for
the
John
Galt
Line
that
was
being
poured
—
when
the
buzzer
rang
and
Miss
Ives
’
voice
announced
that
his
mother
was
outside
,
demanding
to
see
him
.
He
had
asked
his
family
never
to
come
to
the
mills
without
appointment
.
He
had
been
glad
that
they
hated
the
place
and
seldom
appeared
in
his
office
.
What
he
now
felt
was
a
violent
impulse
to
order
his
mother
off
the
premises
.
Instead
,
with
a
greater
effort
than
the
problem
of
the
train
wreck
had
required
of
him
,
he
said
quietly
,
"
All
right
.
Ask
her
to
come
in
.
"
His
mother
came
in
with
an
air
of
belligerent
defensiveness
.
She
looked
at
his
office
as
if
she
knew
what
it
meant
to
him
and
as
if
she
were
declaring
her
resentment
against
anything
being
of
greater
importance
to
him
than
her
own
person
.
She
took
a
long
time
settling
down
in
an
armchair
,
arranging
and
rearranging
her
bag
,
her
gloves
,
the
folds
of
her
dress
,
while
droning
,
"
It
’
s
a
fine
thing
when
a
mother
has
to
wait
in
an
anteroom
and
ask
permission
of
a
stenographer
before
she
’
s
allowed
to
see
her
own
son
who
—
"
"
Mother
,
is
it
anything
important
?
I
am
very
rushed
today
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
the
only
one
who
’
s
got
problems
.
Of
course
,
it
’
s
important
.
Do
you
think
I
’
d
go
to
the
trouble
of
driving
way
out
here
,
if
it
wasn
’
t
important
?
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
