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He
walked
,
head
down
,
a
needle
of
rain
pricking
the
skin
of
his
neck
once
in
a
while
.
He
looked
away
whenever
he
passed
a
newsstand
.
The
papers
seemed
to
shriek
at
him
the
name
of
the
John
Galt
Line
,
and
another
name
which
he
did
not
want
to
hear
:
Ragnar
Danneskjold
.
A
ship
bound
for
the
People
’
s
State
of
Norway
with
an
Emergency
Gift
cargo
of
machine
tools
had
been
seized
by
Ragnar
Danneskjold
last
night
.
That
story
disturbed
him
in
some
personal
manner
which
he
could
not
explain
.
The
feeling
seemed
to
have
some
quality
in
common
with
the
things
he
felt
about
the
John
Galt
Line
.
It
’
s
because
he
had
a
cold
,
he
thought
;
he
wouldn
’
t
feel
this
way
if
he
didn
’
t
have
a
cold
;
a
man
couldn
’
t
be
expected
to
be
in
top
form
when
he
had
a
cold
—
he
couldn
’
t
help
it
—
what
did
they
expect
him
to
do
tonight
,
sing
and
dance
?
—
he
snapped
the
question
angrily
at
the
unknown
judges
of
his
unwitnessed
mood
.
He
fumbled
for
his
handkerchief
again
,
cursed
and
decided
that
he
’
d
better
stop
somewhere
to
buy
some
paper
tissues
.
Across
the
square
of
what
had
once
been
a
busy
neighborhood
,
he
saw
the
lighted
windows
of
a
dime
store
,
still
open
hopefully
at
this
late
hour
.
There
’
s
another
one
that
will
go
out
of
business
pretty
soon
,
he
thought
as
he
crossed
the
square
;
the
thought
gave
him
pleasure
.
There
were
glaring
lights
inside
,
a
few
tired
salesgirls
among
a
spread
of
deserted
counters
,
and
the
screaming
of
a
phonograph
record
being
played
for
a
lone
,
listless
customer
in
a
corner
.
The
music
swallowed
the
sharp
edges
of
Taggart
’
s
voice
:
he
asked
for
paper
tissues
in
a
tone
which
implied
that
the
salesgirl
was
responsible
for
his
cold
.
The
girl
turned
to
the
counter
behind
her
,
but
turned
back
once
to
glance
swiftly
at
his
face
.
She
took
a
packet
,
but
stopped
,
hesitating
,
studying
him
with
peculiar
curiosity
.
"
Are
you
James
Taggart
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
!
"
he
snapped
.
"
Why
?
"
"
Oh
!
"
She
gasped
like
a
child
at
a
burst
of
firecrackers
;
she
was
looking
at
him
with
a
glance
which
he
had
thought
to
be
reserved
only
for
movie
stars
.
"
I
saw
your
picture
in
the
paper
this
morning
,
Mr
.
Taggart
,
"
she
said
very
rapidly
,
a
faint
flush
appearing
on
her
face
and
vanishing
.
"
It
said
what
a
great
achievement
it
was
and
how
it
was
really
you
who
had
done
it
all
,
only
you
didn
’
t
want
it
to
be
known
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Taggart
.
He
was
smiling
.
