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What
effect
it
had
on
the
coal
mines
and
the
public
welfare
is
for
you
to
estimate
.
That
was
not
my
motive
.
"
Mr
.
Mowen
stared
dazedly
about
him
and
whispered
to
Paul
Larkin
,
"
Something
’
s
gone
screwy
here
.
"
"
Oh
,
shut
up
!
"
snapped
Larkin
.
"
I
am
sure
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
said
the
eldest
judge
,
"
that
you
do
not
really
believe
—
nor
does
the
public
—
that
we
wish
to
treat
you
as
a
sacrificial
victim
.
If
anyone
has
been
laboring
under
such
a
misapprehension
,
we
are
anxious
to
prove
that
it
is
not
true
.
"
The
judges
retired
to
consider
their
verdict
.
They
did
not
stay
out
long
.
They
returned
to
an
ominously
silent
courtroom
—
and
announced
that
a
fine
of
$
5
,
000
was
imposed
on
Henry
Rearden
,
but
that
the
sentence
was
suspended
.
Streaks
of
jeering
laughter
ran
through
the
applause
that
swept
the
courtroom
.
The
applause
was
aimed
at
Rearden
,
the
laughter
—
at
the
judges
.
Rearden
stood
motionless
,
not
turning
to
the
crowd
,
barely
hearing
the
applause
.
He
stood
looking
at
the
judges
.
There
was
no
triumph
in
his
face
,
no
elation
,
only
the
still
intensity
of
contemplating
a
vision
with
a
bitter
wonder
that
was
almost
fear
.
He
was
seeing
the
enormity
of
the
smallness
of
the
enemy
who
was
destroying
the
world
.
He
felt
as
if
,
after
a
journey
of
years
through
a
landscape
of
devastation
,
past
the
ruins
of
great
factories
,
the
wrecks
of
powerful
engines
,
the
bodies
of
invincible
men
,
he
had
come
upon
the
despoiler
,
expecting
to
find
a
giant
—
and
had
found
a
rat
eager
to
scurry
for
cover
at
the
first
sound
of
a
human
step
.
If
this
is
what
has
beaten
us
,
he
thought
,
the
guilt
is
ours
.
He
was
jolted
back
into
the
courtroom
by
the
people
pressing
to
surround
him
.
He
smiled
in
answer
to
their
smiles
,
to
the
frantic
,
tragic
eagerness
of
their
faces
;
there
was
a
touch
of
sadness
in
his
smile
.
"
God
bless
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
!
"
said
an
old
woman
with
a
ragged
shawl
over
her
head
.
"
Can
’
t
you
save
us
,
Mr
.
Rearden
?
They
’
re
eating
us
alive
,
and
it
’
s
no
use
fooling
anybody
about
how
it
’
s
the
rich
that
they
’
re
after
—
do
you
know
what
’
s
happening
to
us
?
"
