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"
Yes
,
I
think
so
.
"
"
What
is
your
name
?
"
"
John
Galt
.
"
She
looked
at
him
,
not
moving
.
"
Why
are
you
frightened
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Because
I
believe
it
.
"
He
smiled
,
as
if
grasping
a
full
confession
of
the
meaning
she
attached
to
his
name
;
the
smile
held
an
adversary
’
s
acceptance
of
a
challenge
—
and
an
adult
’
s
amusement
at
the
self
-
deception
of
a
child
.
She
felt
as
if
she
were
returning
to
consciousness
after
a
crash
that
had
shattered
more
than
an
airplane
.
She
could
not
reassemble
the
pieces
now
,
she
could
not
recall
the
things
she
had
known
about
his
name
,
she
knew
only
that
it
stood
for
a
dark
vacuum
which
she
would
slowly
have
to
fill
.
She
could
not
do
it
now
,
this
man
was
too
blinding
a
presence
,
like
a
spotlight
that
would
not
let
her
see
the
shapes
strewn
in
the
outer
darkness
.
"
Was
it
you
that
I
was
following
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
.
"
