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The
next
day
,
when
they
were
driving
west
and
south
,
toward
the
plains
of
Illinois
,
he
had
said
suddenly
,
after
a
long
silence
,
"
No
,
I
’
ll
have
to
wait
till
they
junk
the
Bill
.
The
man
who
could
work
that
mine
,
wouldn
’
t
need
me
to
teach
him
.
The
man
who
’
d
need
me
,
wouldn
’
t
be
worth
a
damn
.
"
They
could
speak
of
their
work
,
as
they
always
had
,
with
full
confidence
in
being
understood
.
But
they
never
spoke
of
each
other
.
He
acted
as
if
their
passionate
intimacy
were
a
nameless
physical
fact
,
not
to
be
identified
in
the
communication
between
two
minds
.
Each
night
,
it
was
as
if
she
lay
in
the
arms
of
a
stranger
who
let
her
see
every
shudder
of
sensation
that
ran
through
his
body
,
but
would
never
permit
her
to
know
whether
the
shocks
reached
any
answering
tremor
within
him
.
She
lay
naked
at
his
side
,
but
on
her
wrist
there
was
the
bracelet
of
Rearden
Metal
.
She
knew
that
he
hated
the
ordeal
of
signing
the
"
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Smith
"
on
the
registers
of
squalid
roadside
hotels
.
There
were
evenings
when
she
noticed
the
faint
contraction
of
anger
in
the
tightness
of
his
mouth
,
as
he
signed
the
expected
names
of
the
expected
fraud
,
anger
at
those
who
made
fraud
necessary
.
She
noticed
,
indifferently
,
the
air
of
knowing
slyness
in
the
manner
of
the
hotel
clerks
,
which
seemed
to
suggest
that
guests
and
clerks
alike
were
accomplices
in
a
shameful
guilt
:
the
guilt
of
seeking
pleasure
.
But
she
knew
that
it
did
not
matter
to
him
when
they
were
alone
,
when
he
held
her
against
him
for
a
moment
and
she
saw
his
eyes
look
alive
and
guiltless
.
They
drove
through
small
towns
,
through
obscure
side
roads
,
through
the
kind
of
places
they
had
not
seen
for
years
.
She
felt
uneasiness
at
the
sight
of
the
towns
.
Days
passed
before
she
realized
what
it
was
that
she
missed
most
:
a
glimpse
of
fresh
paint
.
The
houses
stood
like
men
in
unpressed
suits
,
who
had
lost
the
desire
to
stand
straight
:
the
cornices
were
like
sagging
shoulders
,
the
crooked
porch
steps
like
torn
hem
lines
,
the
broken
windows
like
patches
,
mended
with
clapboard
.
The
people
in
the
streets
stared
at
the
new
car
,
not
as
one
stares
at
a
rare
sight
,
but
as
if
the
glittering
black
shape
were
an
impossible
vision
from
another
world
.
There
were
few
vehicles
in
the
streets
and
too
many
of
them
were
horse
-
drawn
.
She
had
forgotten
the
literal
shape
and
usage
of
horsepower
;
she
did
not
like
to
see
its
return
.
She
did
not
laugh
,
that
day
at
the
grade
crossing
,
when
Rearden
chuckled
,
pointing
,
and
she
saw
the
train
of
a
small
local
railroad
come
tottering
from
behind
a
hill
,
drawn
by
an
ancient
locomotive
that
coughed
black
smoke
through
a
tall
stack
.
"
Oh
God
,
Hank
,
it
’
s
not
funny
!
"
"
I
know
,
"
he
said
.
They
were
seventy
miles
and
an
hour
away
from
it
,
when
she
said
,
"
Hank
,
do
you
see
the
Taggart
Comet
being
pulled
across
the
continent
by
a
coal
-
burner
of
that
kind
?
"
