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"
I
was
expecting
it
,
I
knew
they
’
d
have
to
do
it
,
so
now
it
’
s
only
a
matter
of
getting
through
"
—
tonight
,
she
wanted
to
say
,
but
said
—
"
all
the
work
and
details
.
"
He
took
her
arm
.
"
Let
’
s
go
some
place
where
we
can
have
a
drink
together
.
"
"
Francisco
,
why
don
’
t
you
laugh
at
me
?
You
’
ve
always
laughed
about
that
Line
.
"
"
I
will
—
tomorrow
,
when
I
see
you
going
on
with
all
the
work
and
details
.
Not
tonight
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
Come
on
.
You
’
re
in
no
condition
to
talk
about
it
.
"
"
I
—
"
She
wanted
to
protest
,
but
said
,
"
No
,
I
guess
I
’
m
not
.
"
He
led
her
out
to
the
street
,
and
she
found
herself
walking
silently
in
time
with
the
steady
rhythm
of
his
steps
,
the
grasp
of
his
fingers
on
her
arm
unstressed
and
firm
.
He
signaled
a
passing
taxicab
and
held
the
door
open
for
her
.
She
obeyed
him
without
questions
;
she
felt
relief
,
like
a
swimmer
who
stops
struggling
.
The
spectacle
of
a
man
acting
with
assurance
,
was
a
life
belt
thrown
to
her
at
a
moment
when
she
had
forgotten
the
hope
of
its
existence
.
The
relief
was
not
in
the
surrender
of
responsibility
,
but
in
the
sight
of
a
man
able
to
assume
it
.
"
Dagny
,
"
he
said
,
looking
at
the
city
as
it
moved
past
their
taxi
window
,
"
think
of
the
first
man
who
thought
of
making
a
steel
girder
.
He
knew
what
he
saw
,
what
he
thought
and
what
he
wanted
.
He
did
not
say
,
‘
It
seems
to
me
,
’
and
he
did
not
take
orders
from
those
who
say
,
‘
In
my
opinion
.
’
"
She
chuckled
,
wondering
at
his
accuracy
:
he
had
guessed
the
nature
of
the
sickening
sense
that
held
her
,
the
sense
of
a
swamp
which
she
had
to
escape
.
