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Dagny
stood
looking
at
the
streets
of
Rome
.
There
were
houses
,
sidewalks
,
lampposts
,
even
a
sign
advertising
soft
drinks
;
but
they
looked
as
if
it
were
now
only
a
matter
of
inches
and
hours
before
the
town
would
reach
the
stage
of
Starnesville
.
"
Naw
,
there
’
s
no
factory
records
left
,
"
said
Mayor
Bascom
.
"
If
that
’
s
what
you
want
to
find
,
lady
,
give
it
up
.
It
’
s
like
chasing
leaves
in
a
storm
now
.
Just
like
leaves
in
a
storm
.
Who
cares
about
papers
?
At
a
time
like
this
,
what
people
save
is
good
,
solid
,
material
objects
.
One
’
s
got
to
be
practical
.
"
Through
the
dusty
windowpanes
,
they
could
see
the
living
room
of
his
house
:
there
were
Persian
rugs
on
a
buckled
wooden
floor
,
a
portable
bar
with
chromium
strips
against
a
wall
stained
by
the
seepage
of
last
year
’
s
rains
,
an
expensive
radio
with
an
old
kerosene
lamp
placed
on
top
of
it
.
"
Sure
,
it
’
s
me
that
sold
the
factory
to
Mark
Yonts
.
Mark
was
a
nice
fellow
,
a
nice
,
lively
,
energetic
fellow
.
Sure
,
he
did
trim
a
few
corners
,
but
who
doesn
’
t
?
Of
course
,
he
went
a
bit
too
far
.
That
,
I
didn
’
t
expect
.
I
thought
he
was
smart
enough
to
stay
within
the
law
—
whatever
’
s
left
of
it
nowadays
.
"
Mayor
Bascom
smiled
,
looking
at
them
in
a
manner
of
placid
frankness
.
His
eyes
were
shrewd
without
intelligence
,
his
smile
good
-
natured
without
kindness
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
folks
are
detectives
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
even
if
you
were
,
it
wouldn
’
t
matter
to
me
.
I
didn
’
t
get
any
rake
-
off
from
Mark
,
he
didn
’
t
let
me
in
on
any
of
his
deals
,
I
haven
’
t
any
idea
where
he
’
s
gone
to
now
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
I
liked
that
fellow
.
Wish
he
’
d
stayed
around
.
Never
mind
the
Sunday
sermons
.
He
had
to
live
,
didn
’
t
he
?
He
was
no
worse
than
anybody
,
only
smarter
.
Some
get
caught
at
it
and
some
don
’
t
—
that
’
s
the
only
difference
.
.
.
Nope
,
I
didn
’
t
know
what
he
was
going
to
do
with
it
,
when
he
bought
that
factory
.
Sure
,
he
paid
me
quite
a
bit
more
than
the
old
booby
trap
was
worth
.
Sure
,
he
was
doing
me
a
favor
when
he
bought
it
.
Nope
,
I
didn
’
t
put
any
pressure
on
him
to
make
him
buy
it
.
Wasn
’
t
necessary
.
I
’
d
done
him
a
few
favors
before
.
There
’
s
plenty
of
laws
that
’
s
sort
of
made
of
rubber
,
and
a
mayor
’
s
in
a
position
to
stretch
them
a
bit
for
a
friend
.
Well
,
what
the
hell
?
That
’
s
the
only
way
anybody
ever
gets
rich
in
this
world
"
—
he
glanced
at
the
luxurious
black
car
—
"
as
you
ought
to
know
.
"
"
You
were
telling
us
about
the
factory
,
"
said
Rearden
,
trying
to
control
himself
.
"
What
I
can
’
t
stand
,
"
said
Mayor
Bascom
,
"
is
people
who
talk
about
principles
.
No
principle
ever
filled
anybody
’
s
milk
bottle
.
The
only
thing
that
counts
in
life
is
solid
,
material
assets
.
It
’
s
no
time
for
theories
,
when
everything
is
falling
to
pieces
around
us
.
Well
,
me
—
I
don
’
t
aim
to
go
under
.
Let
them
keep
their
ideas
and
I
’
ll
take
the
factory
.
I
don
’
t
want
ideas
,
I
just
want
my
three
square
meals
a
day
.
"
