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It
was
she
who
finally
gave
them
their
San
Sebastián
Line
.
When
she
took
over
,
the
construction
had
been
under
way
for
three
years
;
one
third
of
its
track
was
laid
;
the
cost
to
date
was
beyond
the
authorized
total
.
She
fired
Jim
’
s
friends
and
found
a
contractor
who
completed
the
job
in
one
year
.
The
San
Sebastián
Line
was
now
in
operation
.
No
surge
of
trade
had
come
across
the
border
,
nor
any
trains
loaded
with
copper
.
A
few
carloads
came
clattering
down
the
mountains
from
San
Sebastián
,
at
long
intervals
.
The
mines
,
said
Francisco
d
‘
Anconia
,
were
still
in
the
process
of
development
.
The
drain
on
Taggart
Transcontinental
had
not
stopped
.
Now
she
sat
at
the
desk
in
her
office
,
as
she
had
sat
for
many
evenings
,
trying
to
work
out
the
problem
of
what
branches
could
save
the
system
and
in
how
many
years
.
The
Rio
Norte
Line
,
when
rebuilt
,
would
redeem
the
rest
.
As
she
looked
at
the
sheets
of
figures
announcing
losses
and
more
losses
,
she
did
not
think
of
the
long
,
senseless
agony
of
the
Mexican
venture
.
She
thought
of
a
telephone
call
.
"
Hank
,
can
you
save
us
?
Can
you
give
us
rail
on
the
shortest
notice
and
the
longest
credit
possible
?
"
A
quiet
,
steady
voice
had
answered
,
"
Sure
.
"
The
thought
was
a
point
of
support
.
She
leaned
over
the
sheets
of
paper
on
her
desk
,
finding
it
suddenly
easier
to
concentrate
.
There
was
one
thing
,
at
least
,
that
could
be
counted
upon
not
to
crumble
when
needed
.
James
Taggart
crossed
the
anteroom
of
Dagny
’
s
office
,
still
holding
the
kind
of
confidence
he
had
felt
among
his
companions
at
the
barroom
half
an
hour
ago
.
When
he
opened
her
door
,
the
confidence
vanished
.
He
crossed
the
room
to
her
desk
like
a
child
being
dragged
to
punishment
,
storing
the
resentment
for
all
his
future
years
.
He
saw
a
head
bent
over
sheets
of
paper
,
the
light
of
the
desk
lamp
glistening
on
strands
of
disheveled
hair
,
a
white
shirt
clinging
to
her
shoulders
,
its
loose
folds
suggesting
the
thinness
of
her
body
.
"
What
is
it
,
Jim
?
"
"
What
are
you
trying
to
pull
on
the
San
Sebastián
Line
?
"
