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Yet
no
penny
of
his
wealth
had
been
obtained
by
force
or
fraud
;
he
was
guilty
of
nothing
,
except
that
he
earned
his
own
fortune
and
never
forgot
that
it
was
his
.
Many
stories
were
whispered
about
him
.
It
was
said
that
in
the
wilderness
of
the
Middle
West
,
he
murdered
a
state
legislator
who
attempted
to
revoke
a
charter
granted
to
him
,
to
revoke
it
when
his
rail
was
laid
halfway
across
the
state
;
some
legislators
had
planned
to
make
a
fortune
on
Taggart
stock
—
by
selling
it
short
.
Nat
Taggart
was
indicted
for
the
murder
,
but
the
charge
could
never
be
proved
.
He
had
no
trouble
with
legislators
from
then
on
.
It
was
said
that
Nat
Taggart
had
staked
his
life
on
his
railroad
many
times
;
but
once
,
he
staked
more
than
his
life
.
Desperate
for
funds
,
with
the
construction
of
his
line
suspended
,
he
threw
down
three
flights
of
stairs
a
distinguished
gentleman
who
offered
him
a
loan
from
the
government
.
Then
he
pledged
his
wife
as
security
for
a
loan
from
a
millionaire
who
hated
him
and
admired
her
beauty
.
He
repaid
the
loan
on
time
and
did
not
have
to
surrender
his
pledge
.
The
deal
had
been
made
with
his
wife
’
s
consent
.
She
was
a
great
beauty
from
the
noblest
family
of
a
southern
state
,
and
she
had
been
disinherited
by
her
family
because
she
eloped
with
Nat
Taggart
when
he
was
only
a
ragged
young
adventurer
.
Dagny
regretted
at
times
that
Nat
Taggart
was
her
ancestor
.
What
she
felt
for
him
did
not
belong
in
the
category
of
unchosen
family
affections
.
She
did
not
want
her
feeling
to
be
the
thing
one
was
supposed
to
owe
an
uncle
or
a
grandfather
.
She
was
incapable
of
love
for
any
object
not
of
her
own
choice
and
she
resented
anyone
’
s
demand
for
it
.
But
had
it
been
possible
to
choose
an
ancestor
,
she
would
have
chosen
Nat
Taggart
,
in
voluntary
homage
and
with
all
of
her
gratitude
.
Nat
Taggart
’
s
statue
was
copied
from
an
artist
’
s
sketch
of
him
,
the
only
record
ever
made
of
his
appearance
.
He
had
lived
far
into
old
age
,
but
one
could
never
think
of
him
except
as
he
was
on
that
sketch
-
as
a
young
man
.
In
her
childhood
,
his
statue
had
been
Dagny
’
s
first
concept
of
the
exalted
.
When
she
was
sent
to
church
or
to
school
,
and
heard
people
using
that
word
,
she
thought
that
she
knew
what
they
meant
:
she
thought
of
the
statue
.
The
statue
was
of
a
young
man
with
a
tall
,
gaunt
body
and
an
angular
face
.
He
held
his
head
as
if
he
faced
a
challenge
and
found
joy
in
his
capacity
to
meet
it
.
All
that
Dagny
wanted
of
life
was
contained
in
the
desire
to
hold
her
head
as
he
did
.
Tonight
,
she
looked
at
the
statue
when
she
walked
across
the
concourse
.
It
was
a
moment
’
s
rest
;
it
was
as
if
a
burden
she
could
not
name
were
lightened
and
as
if
a
faint
current
of
air
were
touching
her
forehead
.
In
a
corner
of
the
concourse
,
by
the
main
entrance
,
there
was
a
small
newsstand
.
The
owner
,
a
quiet
,
courteous
old
man
with
an
air
of
breeding
,
had
stood
behind
his
counter
for
twenty
years
.
He
had
owned
a
cigarette
factory
once
,
but
it
had
gone
bankrupt
,
and
he
had
resigned
himself
to
the
lonely
obscurity
of
his
little
stand
in
the
midst
of
an
eternal
whirlpool
of
strangers
.
He
had
no
family
or
friends
left
alive
.
He
had
a
hobby
which
was
his
only
pleasure
:
he
gathered
cigarettes
from
all
over
the
world
for
his
private
collection
;
he
knew
every
brand
made
or
that
had
ever
been
made
.
