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Dagny
leaned
out
and
asked
,
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
The
woman
looked
at
her
,
not
in
resentment
,
but
merely
as
one
looks
at
a
pointless
question
.
"
Thirty
-
seven
,
"
she
answered
.
They
had
driven
five
former
blocks
away
,
when
Dagny
spoke
.
"
Hank
,
"
she
said
in
terror
,
"
that
woman
is
only
two
years
older
than
I
!
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
God
,
how
did
they
ever
come
to
such
a
state
?
"
He
shrugged
.
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
The
last
thing
they
saw
,
as
they
left
the
town
,
was
a
billboard
.
A
design
was
still
visible
on
its
peeling
strips
,
imprinted
in
the
dead
gray
that
had
once
been
color
.
It
advertised
a
washing
machine
.
In
a
distant
field
,
beyond
the
town
,
they
saw
the
figure
of
a
man
moving
slowly
,
contorted
by
the
ugliness
of
a
physical
effort
beyond
the
proper
use
of
a
human
body
:
he
was
pushing
a
plow
by
hand
.
They
reached
the
factory
of
the
Twentieth
Century
Motor
Company
two
miles
and
two
hours
later
.
They
knew
,
as
they
climbed
the
hill
,
that
their
quest
was
useless
.
A
rusted
padlock
hung
on
the
door
of
the
main
entrance
,
but
the
huge
windows
were
shattered
and
the
place
was
open
to
anyone
,
to
the
woodchucks
,
the
rabbits
and
the
dried
leaves
that
lay
in
drifts
inside
.
