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"
Watch
,
"
said
Francisco
austerely
,
turning
to
Rearden
.
The
man
was
lost
in
the
crowd
,
they
could
not
see
him
,
they
could
not
tell
to
whom
he
was
selling
his
secret
or
whether
he
had
enough
of
his
cunning
left
to
make
it
a
trade
with
those
who
held
favors
—
but
they
saw
the
wake
of
his
passage
spreading
through
the
room
,
the
sudden
cuts
splitting
the
crowd
,
like
the
first
few
cracks
,
then
like
the
accelerating
branching
that
runs
through
a
wall
about
to
crumble
,
the
streaks
of
emptiness
slashed
,
not
by
a
human
touch
,
but
by
the
impersonal
breath
of
terror
.
There
were
the
voices
abruptly
choked
off
,
the
pools
of
silence
,
then
sounds
of
a
different
nature
;
the
rising
,
hysterical
inflections
of
uselessly
repeated
questions
,
the
unnatural
whispers
,
a
woman
’
s
scream
,
the
few
spaced
,
forced
giggles
of
those
still
trying
to
pretend
that
nothing
was
happening
.
There
were
spots
of
immobility
in
the
motion
of
the
crowd
,
like
spreading
blotches
of
paralysis
;
there
was
a
sudden
stillness
,
as
if
a
motor
had
been
cut
off
;
then
came
the
frantic
,
jerking
,
purposeless
,
rudderless
movement
of
objects
bumping
down
a
hill
by
the
blind
mercy
of
gravitation
and
of
every
rock
they
hit
on
the
way
.
People
were
running
out
,
running
to
telephones
,
running
to
one
another
,
clutching
or
pushing
the
bodies
around
them
at
random
.
These
men
,
the
most
powerful
men
in
the
country
,
those
who
held
,
unanswerable
to
any
power
,
the
power
over
every
man
’
s
food
and
every
man
’
s
enjoyment
of
his
span
of
years
on
earth
—
these
men
had
become
a
pile
of
rubble
,
clattering
in
the
wind
of
panic
,
the
rubble
left
of
a
structure
when
its
key
pillar
has
been
cut
.
James
Taggart
,
his
face
indecent
in
its
exposure
of
emotions
which
centuries
had
taught
men
to
keep
hidden
,
rushed
up
to
Francisco
and
screamed
,
"
Is
it
true
?
"
"
Why
,
James
,
"
said
Francisco
,
smiling
,
"
what
’
s
the
matter
?
Why
do
you
seem
to
be
upset
?
Money
is
the
root
of
all
evil
—
so
I
just
got
tired
of
being
evil
.
"
Taggart
ran
toward
the
main
exit
,
yelling
something
to
Orren
Boyle
on
the
way
Boyle
nodded
and
kept
on
nodding
,
with
the
eagerness
and
humility
of
an
inefficient
servant
,
then
darted
of
in
another
direction
.
Cherryl
,
her
wedding
veil
coiling
like
a
crystal
cloud
upon
the
air
,
as
she
ran
after
him
,
caught
Taggart
at
the
door
.
"
Jim
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
"
He
pushed
her
aside
and
she
fell
against
the
stomach
of
Paul
Larkin
,
as
Taggart
rushed
out
.
Three
persons
stood
immovably
still
,
like
three
pillars
spaced
through
the
room
,
the
lines
of
their
sight
cutting
across
the
spread
of
the
wreckage
:
Dagny
,
looking
at
Francisco
—
Francisco
and
Rearden
,
looking
at
each
other
.
"
What
time
is
it
?
"
