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"
No
.
"
"
What
are
the
other
roads
?
"
"
Well
,
if
it
’
s
a
car
road
that
you
want
,
there
’
s
one
the
other
side
of
Miller
’
s
patch
,
it
’
s
paved
,
it
’
s
the
best
road
for
a
car
,
you
just
turn
to
the
right
by
the
schoolhouse
and
—
"
"
But
that
road
doesn
’
t
go
to
the
factory
,
does
it
?
"
"
No
,
not
to
the
factory
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
Rearden
.
"
Guess
we
’
ll
find
our
own
way
.
"
He
had
pressed
the
starter
,
when
a
rock
came
smashing
into
the
windshield
.
The
glass
was
shatterproof
,
but
a
sunburst
of
cracks
spread
across
it
.
They
saw
a
ragged
little
hoodlum
vanishing
behind
a
corner
with
a
scream
of
laughter
,
and
they
heard
the
shrill
laughter
of
children
answering
him
from
behind
some
windows
or
crevices
.
Rearden
suppressed
a
swear
word
.
The
man
looked
vapidly
across
the
street
,
frowning
a
little
.
The
old
woman
looked
on
,
without
reaction
.
She
had
stood
there
silently
,
watching
,
without
interest
or
purpose
,
like
a
chemical
compound
on
a
photographic
plate
,
absorbing
visual
shapes
because
they
were
there
to
be
absorbed
,
but
unable
ever
to
form
any
estimate
of
the
objects
of
her
vision
.
Dagny
had
been
studying
her
for
some
minutes
.
The
swollen
shapelessness
of
the
woman
’
s
body
did
not
look
like
the
product
of
age
and
neglect
:
it
looked
as
if
she
was
pregnant
.
This
seemed
impossible
,
but
glancing
closer
Dagny
saw
that
her
dust
-
colored
hair
was
not
gray
and
that
there
were
few
wrinkles
on
her
face
;
it
was
only
the
vacant
eyes
,
the
stooped
shoulders
,
the
shuffling
movements
that
gave
her
the
stamp
of
senility
.
