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"
Right
,
"
said
Mr
.
Weatherby
.
"
That
’
s
what
you
ought
to
be
—
practical
.
Now
we
offer
you
a
trade
.
You
do
something
for
us
and
we
’
ll
do
something
for
you
.
You
give
the
unions
their
wage
raises
and
we
’
ll
give
you
permission
to
close
the
Rio
Norte
Line
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
James
Taggart
,
his
voice
choked
.
Standing
at
the
window
,
she
heard
them
vote
on
their
decision
.
She
heard
them
declare
that
the
John
Galt
Line
would
end
in
six
weeks
,
on
March
31
.
It
’
s
only
a
matter
of
getting
through
the
next
few
moments
,
she
thought
;
take
care
of
the
next
few
moments
,
and
then
the
next
,
a
few
at
a
time
,
and
after
a
while
it
will
be
easier
;
you
’
ll
get
over
it
,
after
a
while
.
The
assignment
she
gave
herself
for
the
next
few
moments
was
to
put
on
her
coat
and
be
first
to
leave
the
room
.
Then
there
was
the
assignment
of
riding
in
an
elevator
down
the
great
,
silent
length
of
the
Taggart
Building
.
Then
there
was
the
assignment
of
crossing
the
dark
lobby
.
Halfway
through
the
lobby
,
she
stopped
.
A
man
stood
leaning
against
the
wall
,
in
a
manner
of
purposeful
waiting
—
and
it
was
she
who
was
his
purpose
,
because
he
was
looking
straight
at
her
.
She
did
not
recognize
him
at
once
,
because
she
felt
certain
that
the
face
she
saw
could
not
possibly
be
there
in
that
lobby
at
this
hour
.
"
Hi
,
Slug
,
"
he
said
softly
.
She
answered
,
groping
for
some
great
distance
that
had
once
been
hers
,
"
Hi
,
Frisco
.
"
"
Have
they
finally
murdered
John
Galt
?
"
