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He
didn
’
t
want
to
make
money
,
only
to
get
it
.
Guess
he
got
it
,
too
—
more
than
anyone
could
have
made
out
of
that
factory
.
"
He
wondered
why
the
blond
,
hard
-
faced
man
,
who
sat
with
the
woman
in
front
of
his
desk
,
looked
grimly
out
the
window
at
their
car
,
at
a
large
object
wrapped
in
canvas
,
roped
tightly
under
the
raised
cover
of
the
car
’
s
luggage
compartment
.
"
What
happened
to
the
factory
records
?
"
"
Which
do
you
mean
,
ma
’
am
?
"
"
Their
production
records
.
Their
work
records
.
Their
.
.
.
personnel
files
.
"
"
Oh
,
there
’
s
nothing
left
of
that
now
.
There
’
s
been
a
lot
of
looting
going
on
.
All
the
mixed
owners
grabbed
what
furniture
or
things
they
could
haul
out
of
there
,
even
if
the
sheriff
did
put
a
padlock
on
the
door
.
The
papers
and
stuff
like
that
—
I
guess
it
was
all
taken
by
the
scavengers
from
Starnesville
,
that
’
s
the
place
down
in
the
valley
,
where
they
’
re
having
it
pretty
tough
these
days
.
They
burned
the
stuff
for
kindling
,
most
likely
.
"
"
Is
there
anyone
left
here
who
used
to
work
in
the
factory
?
"
asked
Rearden
.
"
No
,
sir
.
Not
around
here
.
They
all
lived
down
in
Starnesville
.
"
"
All
of
them
?
"
whispered
Dagny
;
she
was
thinking
of
the
ruins
.
"
The
.
.
.
engineers
,
too
?
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
That
was
the
factory
town
.
They
’
ve
all
gone
,
long
ago
.
"
