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ShewasanticipatingthelookonRearden’sfacewhen,withhismistressbesidehim,hewouldseeherstandingthere.
Herglancedartedhopefullytoeveryflashyyoungfemalesteppingoffthetrain.Itwashardtowatch:withinaninstantafterthefirstfewfigures,thetrainhadseemedtoburstattheseams,floodingtheplatformwithasolidcurrentthatsweptinonedirection,asifpulledbyavacuum;shecouldbarelydistinguishseparatepersons.Thelightsweremoreglarethanillumination,pickingthisonestripoutofadusty,oilydarkness.Sheneededanefforttostandstillagainsttheinvisiblepressureofmotion.
HerfirstsightofReardeninthecrowdcameasashock:shehadnotseenhimstepoutofacar,buttherehewas,walkinginherdirectionfromsomewherefardownthelengthofthetrain.Hewasalone.Hewaswalkingwithhisusualpurposefulspeed,hishandsinthepocketsofhistrenchcoat.Therewasnowomanbesidehim,nocompanionofanykind,exceptaporterhurryingalongwithabagsherecognizedashis.
Inafuryofincredulousdisappointment,shelookedfranticallyforanysinglefemininefigurehecould,haveleftbehind.Shefeltcertainthatshewouldrecognizehischoice.Shesawnonethatcouldbepossible.
