Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
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"HowlongwillyoustayinColorado?"
"Hardtotell."
"Wiremewhenyougetthere,willyou?Ifitlooksasifit’sgoingtobelong,I’lljoinyouthere."
Thiswastheonlyexpressionhecouldgivetothewordshehaddesperatelywishedtosaytoher,hadwaitedfor,hadcomeheretosay,andnowwishedtopronouncemorethanever,butknewthatitmustnotbesaidtonight.
Sheknew,byafaint,solemnstressinthetoneofhisvoice,thatthiswashisacceptanceofherconfession,hissurrender,hisforgiveness.Sheasked,"Canyouleavethemills?"
"Itwilltakemeafewdaystoarrange,butIcan."
Heknewwhatherwordswereadmitting,acknowledgingandforgivinghim,whenshesaid,"Hank,whydon’tyoumeetmeinColoradoinaweek?Ifyouflyyourplane,we’llbothgetthereatthesametime.Andthenwe’llcomebacktogether."
"Allright...dearest."
Shedictatedalistofinstructions,whilepacingherbedroom,gatheringherclothes,hastilypackingasuitcase.Reardenhadleft;EddieWillerssatatherdressingtable,makingnotes.Heseemedtoworkinhisusualmannerofunquestioningefficiency,asifhewerenotawareoftheperfumebottlesandpowderboxes,asifthedressingtablewereadeskandtheroomwereonlyanoffice.
