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She
noticed
some
tense
,
cautious
quality
in
the
attentive
way
he
watched
her
as
he
leaned
forward
and
asked
,
"
Dagny
,
the
men
of
your
Board
of
Directors
are
no
match
for
Nat
Taggart
,
are
they
?
There
’
s
no
form
of
contest
in
which
they
could
beat
him
,
there
’
s
nothing
he
’
d
have
to
fear
from
them
,
there
’
s
no
mind
,
no
will
,
no
power
in
the
bunch
of
them
to
equal
one
-
thousandth
of
his
.
"
"
No
,
of
course
not
.
"
"
Then
why
is
it
that
throughout
men
’
s
history
the
Nat
Taggarts
,
who
make
the
world
,
have
always
won
—
and
always
lost
it
to
the
men
of
the
Board
?
"
"
I
.
.
.
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
How
could
men
who
’
re
afraid
to
hold
an
unqualified
opinion
about
the
weather
,
fight
Nat
Taggart
?
How
could
they
seize
his
achievement
,
if
he
chose
to
defend
it
?
Dagny
,
he
fought
with
every
weapon
he
possessed
,
except
the
most
important
one
.
They
could
not
have
won
,
if
we
—
he
and
the
rest
of
us
—
had
not
given
the
world
away
to
them
.
"
"
Yes
.
You
gave
it
away
to
them
.
Ellis
Wyatt
did
.
Ken
Danagger
did
,
I
won
’
t
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
Who
built
the
John
Galt
Line
for
them
?
"
He
saw
only
the
faintest
contraction
of
her
mouth
,
but
he
knew
that
the
question
was
like
a
blow
across
an
open
wound
.
Yet
she
answered
quietly
,
"
I
did
.
"
"
For
this
kind
of
end
?
"
"
For
the
men
who
did
not
hold
out
,
would
not
fight
and
gave
up
.
