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She
glanced
up
at
him
once
more
,
as
if
it
were
perhaps
for
the
last
time
,
then
said
earnestly
,
her
voice
low
,
"
Mr
.
Taggart
,
I
’
m
very
grateful
to
you
,
because
you
.
.
.
I
mean
,
any
other
man
would
have
tried
to
.
.
.
I
mean
,
that
’
s
all
he
’
d
want
,
but
you
’
re
so
much
better
than
that
,
oh
,
so
much
better
!
"
He
leaned
closer
to
her
with
a
faint
,
interested
smile
.
"
Would
you
have
?
"
he
asked
.
She
drew
back
from
him
,
in
sudden
terror
at
her
own
words
.
"
Oh
,
I
didn
’
t
mean
it
that
way
!
"
she
gasped
.
"
Oh
God
,
I
wasn
’
t
hinting
or
.
.
.
or
.
.
.
"
She
blushed
furiously
,
whirled
around
and
ran
,
vanishing
up
the
long
,
steep
stairs
of
the
rooming
house
.
He
stood
on
the
sidewalk
,
feeling
an
odd
,
heavy
,
foggy
sense
of
satisfaction
:
feeling
as
if
he
had
committed
an
act
of
virtue
—
and
as
if
he
had
taken
his
revenge
upon
every
person
who
had
stood
cheering
along
the
three
-
hundred
-
mile
track
of
the
John
Galt
Line
.
When
their
train
reached
Philadelphia
,
Rearden
left
her
without
a
word
,
as
if
the
nights
of
their
return
journey
deserved
no
acknowledgment
in
the
daylight
reality
of
crowded
station
platforms
and
moving
engines
,
the
reality
he
respected
.
She
went
on
to
New
York
,
alone
.
But
late
that
evening
,
the
doorbell
of
her
apartment
rang
and
Dagny
knew
that
she
had
expected
it
.
He
said
nothing
when
he
entered
,
he
looked
at
her
,
making
his
silent
presence
more
intimate
a
greeting
than
words
.
There
was
the
faint
suggestion
of
a
contemptuous
smile
in
his
face
,
at
once
admitting
and
mocking
his
knowledge
of
her
hours
of
impatience
and
his
own
.
He
stood
in
the
middle
of
her
living
room
,
looking
slowly
around
him
;
this
was
her
apartment
,
the
one
place
in
the
city
that
had
been
the
focus
of
two
years
of
his
torment
,
as
the
place
he
could
not
think
about
and
did
,
the
place
he
could
not
enter
—
and
was
now
entering
with
the
casual
,
unannounced
right
of
an
owner
.
He
sat
down
in
an
armchair
,
stretching
his
legs
forward
—
and
she
stood
before
him
,
almost
as
if
she
needed
his
permission
to
sit
down
and
it
gave
her
pleasure
to
wait
.
"
Shall
I
tell
you
that
you
did
a
magnificent
job
,
building
that
Line
?
"
he
asked
.
She
glanced
at
him
in
astonishment
;
he
had
never
paid
her
open
compliments
of
that
kind
;
the
admiration
in
his
voice
was
genuine
,
but
the
hint
of
mockery
remained
in
his
face
,
and
she
felt
as
if
he
were
speaking
to
some
purpose
which
she
could
not
guess
.
"
I
’
ve
spent
all
day
answering
questions
about
you
—
and
about
the
Line
,
the
Metal
and
the
future
.
That
,
and
counting
the
orders
for
the
Metal
.
They
’
re
coming
in
at
the
rate
of
thousands
of
tons
an
hour
.
When
was
it
,
nine
months
ago
?
—
I
couldn
’
t
get
a
single
answer
anywhere
.
Today
,
I
had
to
cut
off
my
phone
,
not
to
listen
to
all
the
people
who
wanted
to
speak
to
me
personally
about
their
urgent
need
of
Rearden
Metal
.
What
did
you
do
today
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Tried
to
listen
to
Eddie
’
s
reports
—
tried
to
get
away
from
people
—
tried
to
find
the
rolling
stock
to
put
more
trains
on
the
John
Galt
Line
,
because
the
schedule
I
’
d
planned
won
’
t
be
enough
for
the
business
that
’
s
piled
up
in
just
three
days
.
"
