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I
guess
it
’
s
getting
to
be
too
much
for
her
,
at
times
—
even
for
her
.
I
don
’
t
think
she
allows
herself
to
know
how
tired
she
is
.
The
other
morning
,
I
came
to
work
very
early
and
I
found
her
asleep
on
the
couch
in
her
office
,
with
the
light
still
burning
on
her
desk
.
She
’
d
been
there
all
night
.
I
just
stood
and
looked
at
her
.
I
wouldn
’
t
have
awakened
her
if
the
whole
goddamn
railroad
collapsed
.
.
.
When
she
was
asleep
?
Why
,
she
looked
like
a
young
girl
.
She
looked
as
if
she
felt
certain
that
she
would
awaken
in
a
world
where
no
one
would
harm
her
,
as
if
she
had
nothing
to
hide
or
to
fear
.
That
’
s
what
was
terrible
—
that
guiltless
purity
of
her
face
,
with
her
body
twisted
by
exhaustion
,
still
lying
there
as
she
had
collapsed
.
She
looked
—
say
,
why
should
you
ask
me
what
she
looks
like
when
she
’
s
asleep
?
.
.
.
Yes
,
you
’
re
right
,
why
do
I
talk
about
it
?
I
shouldn
’
t
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
made
me
think
of
it
.
.
.
Don
’
t
pay
any
attention
to
me
.
I
’
ll
be
all
right
tomorrow
.
I
guess
it
’
s
just
that
I
’
m
sort
of
shell
-
shocked
by
that
courtroom
.
I
keep
thinking
:
if
men
like
Rearden
and
Danagger
are
to
be
sent
to
jail
,
then
what
kind
of
world
are
we
working
in
and
what
for
?
Isn
’
t
there
any
justice
left
on
earth
?
I
was
foolish
enough
to
say
that
to
a
reporter
when
we
were
leaving
the
courtroom
—
and
he
just
laughed
and
said
,
‘
Who
is
John
Galt
?
’
.
.
.
Tell
me
,
what
’
s
happening
to
us
?
Isn
’
t
there
a
single
man
of
justice
left
?
Isn
’
t
there
anyone
to
defend
them
?
Oh
,
do
you
hear
me
?
Isn
’
t
there
anyone
to
defend
them
?
"
"
Mr
.
Danagger
will
be
free
in
a
moment
,
Miss
Taggart
.
He
has
a
visitor
in
his
office
.
Will
you
excuse
it
,
please
?
"
said
the
secretary
.
Through
the
two
hours
of
her
flight
to
Pittsburgh
,
Dagny
had
been
tensely
unable
to
justify
her
anxiety
or
to
dismiss
it
;
there
was
no
reason
to
count
minutes
,
yet
she
had
felt
a
blind
desire
to
hurry
.
The
anxiety
vanished
when
she
entered
the
anteroom
of
Ken
Danagger
’
s
office
:
she
had
reached
him
,
nothing
had
happened
to
prevent
it
,
she
felt
safety
,
confidence
and
an
enormous
sense
of
relief
.
The
words
of
the
secretary
demolished
it
.
You
’
re
becoming
a
coward
—
thought
Dagny
,
feeling
a
causeless
jolt
of
dread
at
the
words
,
out
of
all
proportion
to
their
meaning
.
"
I
am
so
sorry
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
She
heard
the
secretary
’
s
respectful
,
solicitous
voice
and
realized
that
she
had
stood
there
without
answering
.
"
Mr
.
Danagger
will
be
with
you
in
just
a
moment
.
Won
’
t
you
sit
down
?
"
The
voice
conveyed
an
anxious
concern
over
the
impropriety
of
keeping
her
waiting
.
Dagny
smiled
.
"
Oh
,
that
’
s
quite
all
right
.
"
She
sat
down
in
a
wooden
armchair
,
facing
the
secretary
’
s
railing
.
She
reached
for
a
cigarette
and
stopped
,
wondering
whether
she
would
have
time
to
finish
it
,
hoping
that
she
would
not
,
then
lighted
it
brusquely
.
