Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
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Theenvelopehehandedtoherwasmarked:Registered—AirMail—SpecialDelivery—Personal.Thereturnaddresssaid:QuentinDaniels,UtahInstituteofTechnology,Afton,Utah.
"Oh...Thankyou."
Theassistantmanagernotedthathervoicewentdroppingtowardawhisper,thepolitedisguiseforagasp,henotedthatshestoodlookingdownatthesender’snamemuchlongerthanwasnecessary,soherepeatedhisgoodwishesanddeparted.
ShewastearingtheenvelopeopenasshewalkedtowardRearden,andshestoppedinthemiddleoftheroomtoreadtheletter.Itwastypewrittenonthinpaper—hecouldseetheblackrectanglesoftheparagraphsthroughthetransparentsheets—andhecouldseeherfaceasshereadthem.
Heexpectedit,bythetimehesawhercometotheend:sheleapedtothetelephone,heheardtheviolentwhirlofthedialandhervoicesayingwithtremblingurgency,"Long-distance,please...Operator,getmetheUtahInstituteofTechnologyatAfton,Utah!"
Heasked,approaching,"Whatisit?"
Sheextendedtheletter,notlookingathim,hereyesfixedonthetelephone,asifshecouldforceittoanswer.
Thelettersaid:DearMissTaggart:Ihavefoughtitoutforthreeweeks,Ididnotwanttodoit,IknowhowthiswillhityouandIknoweveryargumentyoucouldofferme,becauseIhaveusedthemallagainstmyself—butthisistotellyouthatIamquitting.