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She
was
back
at
her
work
before
the
door
had
closed
on
James
Taggart
.
When
she
finished
,
pushed
the
papers
aside
and
glanced
up
,
the
sky
was
black
beyond
the
window
,
and
the
city
had
become
a
glowing
spread
of
lighted
glass
without
masonry
.
She
rose
reluctantly
.
She
resented
the
small
defeat
of
being
tired
,
but
she
knew
that
she
was
,
tonight
.
The
outer
office
was
dark
and
empty
;
her
staff
had
gone
.
Only
Eddie
Willers
was
still
there
,
at
his
desk
in
his
glass
-
partitioned
enclosure
that
looked
like
a
cube
of
light
in
a
corner
of
the
large
room
.
She
waved
to
him
on
her
way
out
.
She
did
not
take
the
elevator
to
the
lobby
of
the
building
,
but
to
the
concourse
of
the
Taggart
Terminal
.
She
liked
to
walk
through
it
on
her
way
home
.
She
had
always
felt
that
the
concourse
looked
like
a
temple
.
Glancing
up
at
the
distant
ceiling
,
she
saw
dim
vaults
supported
by
giant
granite
columns
,
and
the
tops
of
vast
windows
glazed
by
darkness
.
The
vaulting
held
the
solemn
peace
of
a
cathedral
,
spread
in
protection
high
above
the
rushing
activity
of
men
.
Dominating
the
concourse
,
but
ignored
by
the
travelers
as
a
habitual
sight
,
stood
a
statue
of
Nathaniel
Taggart
,
the
founder
of
the
railroad
.
Dagny
was
the
only
one
who
remained
aware
of
it
and
had
never
been
able
to
take
it
for
granted
.
"
To
look
at
that
statue
whenever
she
crossed
the
concourse
,
was
the
only
form
of
prayer
she
knew
.
Nathaniel
Taggart
had
been
a
penniless
adventurer
who
had
come
from
somewhere
in
New
England
and
built
a
railroad
across
a
continent
,
in
the
days
of
the
first
steel
rails
.
His
railroad
still
stood
;
his
battle
to
build
it
had
dissolved
into
a
legend
,
because
people
preferred
not
to
understand
it
or
to
believe
it
possible
.
He
was
a
man
who
had
never
accepted
the
creed
that
others
had
the
right
to
stop
him
.
He
set
his
goal
and
moved
toward
it
,
his
way
as
straight
as
one
of
his
rails
.
He
never
sought
any
loans
,
bonds
,
subsidies
,
land
grants
or
legislative
favors
from
the
government
.
He
obtained
money
from
the
men
who
owned
it
,
going
from
door
to
door
—
from
the
mahogany
doors
of
bankers
to
the
clapboard
doors
of
lonely
farmhouses
.
He
never
talked
about
the
public
good
.
He
merely
told
people
that
they
would
make
big
profits
on
his
railroad
,
he
told
them
why
he
expected
the
profits
and
he
gave
his
reasons
.
He
had
good
reasons
.
Through
all
the
generations
that
followed
,
Taggart
Transcontinental
was
one
of
the
few
railroads
that
never
went
bankrupt
and
the
only
one
whose
controlling
stock
remained
in
the
hands
of
the
founder
’
s
descendants
.
In
his
lifetime
,
the
name
"
Nat
Taggart
"
was
not
famous
,
but
notorious
;
it
was
repeated
,
not
in
homage
,
but
in
resentful
curiosity
;
and
if
anyone
admired
him
,
it
was
as
one
admires
a
successful
bandit
.
