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"
None
of
what
’
s
been
happening
to
us
has
ever
happened
before
,
"
said
Brent
,
with
an
astonishing
sound
of
weariness
in
his
brisk
,
competent
voice
.
"
But
they
’
ll
blame
us
for
it
in
New
York
!
They
’
ll
put
all
the
blame
on
us
!
"
Brent
shrugged
.
A
month
ago
,
he
would
have
considered
such
an
injustice
inconceivable
;
today
,
he
knew
better
.
"
I
guess
.
.
.
"
said
Mitchum
miserably
,
"
I
guess
there
’
s
nothing
else
that
we
can
do
.
"
"
There
isn
’
t
,
Dave
.
"
"
Oh
God
!
Why
did
this
have
to
happen
to
us
?
"
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
It
was
half
-
past
two
when
the
Comet
,
pulled
by
an
old
switch
engine
,
jerked
to
a
stop
on
a
siding
of
Winston
Station
.
Kip
Chalmers
glanced
out
with
incredulous
anger
at
the
few
shanties
on
a
desolate
mountainside
and
at
the
ancient
hovel
of
a
station
.
"
Now
what
?
What
in
hell
are
they
stopping
here
for
?
"
he
cried
,
and
rang
for
the
conductor
.
