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You
’
re
going
to
learn
a
lesson
—
all
of
you
!
—
all
of
you
spoiled
,
self
-
indulgent
,
undisciplined
little
two
-
bit
clerks
,
who
strut
as
if
that
crap
about
your
rights
was
serious
!
You
’
re
going
to
learn
that
these
are
not
the
days
of
Nat
Taggart
!
"
Eddie
said
nothing
.
For
an
instant
,
they
stood
looking
at
each
other
across
the
desk
.
Taggart
’
s
face
was
distorted
by
terror
,
Eddie
’
s
remained
sternly
serene
.
James
Taggart
believed
the
existence
of
an
Eddie
Willers
too
well
;
Eddie
Willers
could
not
believe
the
existence
of
a
James
Taggart
.
"
Do
you
think
the
nation
will
bother
about
your
wishes
or
hers
?
"
screamed
Taggart
.
"
It
’
s
her
duty
to
come
back
!
It
’
s
her
duty
to
work
!
What
do
we
care
whether
she
wants
to
work
or
not
?
We
need
her
!
"
"
Do
you
,
Jim
?
"
An
impulse
pertaining
to
self
-
preservation
made
Taggart
back
a
step
away
from
the
sound
of
that
particular
tone
,
a
very
quiet
tone
,
in
the
voice
of
Eddie
Willers
.
But
Eddie
made
no
move
to
follow
.
He
remained
standing
behind
his
desk
,
in
a
manner
suggesting
the
civilized
tradition
of
a
business
office
.
"
You
won
’
t
find
her
,
"
he
said
,
"
She
won
’
t
be
back
.
I
’
m
glad
she
won
’
t
.
You
can
starve
,
you
can
close
the
railroad
,
you
can
throw
me
in
jail
,
you
can
have
me
shot
—
what
does
it
matter
?
I
won
’
t
tell
you
where
she
is
.
If
I
see
the
whole
country
crashing
,
I
won
’
t
tell
you
.
You
won
’
t
find
her
.
You
—
"
They
whirled
at
the
sound
of
the
entrance
door
flung
open
.
They
saw
Dagny
standing
on
the
threshold
.
She
wore
a
wrinkled
cotton
dress
,
and
her
hair
was
disheveled
by
hours
of
driving
.
She
stopped
for
the
duration
of
a
glance
around
her
,
as
if
to
recapture
the
place
,
but
there
was
no
recognition
of
persons
in
her
eyes
,
the
glance
merely
swept
through
the
room
,
as
if
making
a
swift
inventory
of
physical
objects
.
Her
face
was
not
the
face
they
remembered
;
it
had
aged
,
not
by
means
of
lines
,
but
by
means
of
a
still
,
naked
look
stripped
of
any
quality
save
ruthlessness
.
Yet
their
first
response
,
ahead
of
shock
or
wonder
,
was
a
single
emotion
that
went
through
the
room
like
a
gasp
of
relief
.
It
was
in
all
their
faces
but
one
:
Eddie
Willers
,
who
alone
had
been
calm
a
moment
ago
,
collapsed
with
his
face
down
on
his
desk
;
he
made
no
sound
,
but
the
movements
of
his
shoulders
were
sobs
.
