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"
Oh
well
!
"
said
Philip
Rearden
to
his
friends
,
hearing
the
same
rumor
.
"
Maybe
he
can
fail
,
too
,
once
in
a
while
.
Maybe
my
great
brother
isn
’
t
as
great
as
he
thinks
.
"
"
Darling
,
"
said
Lillian
Rearden
to
her
husband
,
"
I
fought
for
you
yesterday
,
at
a
tea
where
the
women
were
saying
that
Dagny
Taggart
is
your
mistress
.
.
.
Oh
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
,
don
’
t
look
at
me
like
that
!
I
know
it
’
s
preposterous
and
I
gave
them
hell
for
it
.
It
’
s
just
that
those
silly
bitches
can
’
t
imagine
any
other
reason
why
a
woman
would
take
such
a
stand
against
everybody
for
the
sake
of
your
Metal
.
Of
course
,
I
know
better
than
that
.
I
know
that
the
Taggart
woman
is
perfectly
sexless
and
doesn
’
t
give
a
damn
about
you
—
and
,
darling
,
I
know
that
if
you
ever
had
the
courage
for
anything
of
the
sort
,
which
you
haven
’
t
,
you
wouldn
’
t
go
for
an
adding
machine
in
tailored
suits
,
you
’
d
go
for
some
blond
,
feminine
chorus
girl
who
—
oh
,
but
Henry
,
I
’
m
only
joking
!
—
don
’
t
look
at
me
like
that
!
"
"
Dagny
,
"
James
Taggart
said
miserably
,
"
what
’
s
going
to
happen
to
us
?
Taggart
Transcontinental
has
become
so
unpopular
!
"
Dagny
laughed
,
in
enjoyment
of
the
moment
,
any
moment
,
as
if
the
undercurrent
of
enjoyment
was
constant
within
her
and
little
was
needed
to
tap
it
.
She
laughed
easily
,
her
mouth
relaxed
and
open
.
Her
teeth
were
very
white
against
her
sun
-
scorched
face
.
Her
eyes
had
the
look
,
acquired
in
open
country
,
of
being
set
for
great
distances
.
On
her
last
few
visits
to
New
York
,
he
had
noticed
that
she
looked
at
him
as
if
she
did
not
see
him
.
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
?
The
public
is
so
overwhelmingly
against
us
!
"
"
Jim
,
do
you
remember
the
story
they
tell
about
Nat
Taggart
?
He
said
that
he
envied
only
one
of
his
competitors
,
the
one
who
said
‘
The
public
be
damned
!
’
He
wished
he
had
said
it
.
"
In
the
summer
days
and
in
the
heavy
stillness
of
the
evenings
of
the
city
,
there
were
moments
when
a
lonely
man
or
woman
—
on
a
park
bench
,
on
a
street
corner
,
at
an
open
window
—
would
see
in
a
newspaper
a
brief
mention
of
the
progress
of
the
John
Galt
Line
,
and
would
look
at
the
city
with
a
sudden
stab
of
hope
.
They
were
the
very
young
,
who
felt
that
it
was
the
kind
of
event
they
longed
to
see
happening
in
the
world
—
or
the
very
old
,
who
had
seen
a
world
in
which
such
events
did
happen
.
They
did
not
care
about
railroads
,
they
knew
nothing
about
business
,
they
knew
only
that
someone
was
fighting
against
great
odds
and
winning
.
They
did
not
admire
the
fighters
’
purpose
,
they
believed
the
voices
of
public
opinion
—
and
yet
,
when
they
read
that
the
Line
was
growing
,
they
felt
a
moment
’
s
sparkle
and
wondered
why
it
made
their
own
problems
seem
easier
.
