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It
was
an
old
-
fashioned
frame
building
,
this
headquarters
of
the
great
Danagger
Coal
Company
.
Somewhere
in
the
hills
beyond
the
window
were
the
pits
where
Ken
Danagger
had
once
worked
as
a
miner
.
He
had
never
moved
his
office
away
from
the
coal
fields
.
She
could
see
the
mine
entrances
cut
into
the
hillsides
,
small
frames
of
metal
girders
,
that
led
to
an
immense
underground
kingdom
.
They
seemed
precariously
modest
,
lost
in
the
violent
orange
and
red
of
the
hills
.
.
.
Under
a
harsh
blue
sky
,
in
the
sunlight
of
late
October
,
the
sea
of
leaves
looked
like
a
sea
of
fire
.
.
.
like
waves
rolling
to
swallow
the
fragile
posts
of
the
mine
doorways
.
She
shuddered
and
looked
away
:
she
thought
of
the
flaming
leaves
spread
over
the
hills
of
Wisconsin
,
on
the
road
to
Starnesville
.
She
noticed
that
there
was
only
a
stub
left
of
the
cigarette
between
her
fingers
.
She
lighted
another
.
When
she
glanced
at
the
clock
on
the
wall
of
the
anteroom
,
she
caught
the
secretary
glancing
at
it
at
the
same
time
.
Her
appointment
was
for
three
o
’
clock
;
the
white
dial
said
:
3
:
12
.
"
Please
forgive
it
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
said
the
secretary
,
"
Mr
.
Danagger
will
be
through
,
any
moment
now
,
Mr
.
Danagger
is
extremely
punctual
about
his
appointments
.
Please
believe
me
that
this
is
unprecedented
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
She
knew
that
Ken
Danagger
was
as
rigidly
exact
about
his
schedule
as
a
railroad
timetable
and
that
he
had
been
known
to
cancel
an
interview
if
a
caller
permitted
himself
to
arrive
five
minutes
late
.
The
secretary
was
an
elderly
spinster
with
a
forbidding
manner
:
a
manner
of
even
-
toned
courtesy
impervious
to
any
shock
,
just
as
her
spotless
white
blouse
was
impervious
to
an
atmosphere
filled
with
coal
dust
.
Dagny
thought
it
strange
that
a
hardened
,
well
-
trained
woman
of
this
type
should
appear
to
be
nervous
:
she
volunteered
no
conversation
,
she
sat
still
,
bent
over
some
pages
of
paper
on
her
desk
.
Half
of
Dagny
’
s
cigarette
had
gone
in
smoke
,
while
the
woman
still
sat
looking
at
the
same
page
.
When
she
raised
her
head
to
glance
at
the
clock
,
the
dial
said
:
3
:
30
.
"
I
know
that
this
is
inexcusable
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
The
note
of
apprehension
was
obvious
in
her
voice
now
.
"
I
am
unable
to
understand
it
.
"
