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"
It
’
s
a
good
road
,
"
said
Rearden
.
"
It
was
built
to
last
.
The
man
who
built
it
must
have
had
a
good
reason
for
expecting
it
to
carry
a
heavy
traffic
in
the
years
ahead
.
"
"
Yes
.
.
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
the
looks
of
this
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
either
.
"
Then
she
smiled
.
"
But
think
how
often
we
’
ve
heard
people
complain
that
billboards
ruin
the
appearance
of
the
countryside
.
Well
,
there
’
s
the
unruined
countryside
for
them
to
admire
.
"
She
added
,
"
They
’
re
the
people
I
hate
.
"
She
did
not
want
to
feel
the
uneasiness
which
she
felt
like
a
thin
crack
under
her
enjoyment
of
this
day
.
She
had
felt
that
uneasiness
at
times
,
in
the
last
three
weeks
,
at
the
sight
of
the
country
streaming
past
the
wedge
of
the
car
’
s
hood
.
She
smiled
:
it
was
the
hood
that
had
been
the
immovable
point
in
her
field
of
vision
,
while
the
earth
had
gone
by
,
it
was
the
hood
that
had
been
the
center
,
the
focus
,
the
security
in
a
blurred
,
dissolving
world
.
.
.
the
hood
before
her
and
Rearden
’
s
hands
on
the
wheel
by
her
side
.
.
.
she
smiled
,
thinking
that
she
was
satisfied
to
let
this
be
the
shape
of
her
world
.
After
the
first
week
of
their
wandering
,
when
they
had
driven
at
random
,
at
the
mercy
of
unknown
crossroads
,
he
had
said
to
her
one
morning
as
they
started
out
,
"
Dagny
,
does
resting
have
to
be
purposeless
?
"
She
had
laughed
,
answering
,
"
No
.
What
factory
do
you
want
to
see
?
"
He
had
smiled
—
at
the
guilt
he
did
not
have
to
assume
,
at
the
explanations
he
did
not
have
to
give
—
and
he
had
answered
,
"
It
’
s
an
abandoned
ore
mine
around
Saginaw
Bay
,
that
I
’
ve
heard
about
.
They
say
it
’
s
exhausted
.
"
They
had
driven
across
Michigan
to
the
ore
mine
.
They
had
walked
through
the
ledges
of
an
empty
pit
,
with
the
remnants
of
a
crane
like
a
skeleton
bending
above
them
against
the
sky
,
and
someone
’
s
rusted
lunchbox
clattering
away
from
under
their
feet
.
She
had
felt
a
stab
of
uneasiness
,
sharper
than
sadness
—
but
Rearden
had
said
cheerfully
,
"
Exhausted
,
hell
!
I
’
ll
show
them
how
many
tons
and
dollars
I
can
draw
out
of
this
place
!
"
On
their
way
back
to
the
car
,
he
had
said
,
"
If
I
could
find
the
right
man
,
I
’
d
buy
that
mine
for
him
tomorrow
morning
and
set
him
up
to
work
it
.
"
