Атлант расправил плечи
The Sign of the Dollar
..Don’tletitgo!...
Shejumpedtoherfeetandsnappedonthelight.Shestoodstill,fightingtoregaincontrol,knowingthatsuchmomentswerehergreatestdanger.Thelightsofthetownwerepast,herwindowwasnowanemptyrectangle,andsheheard,inthesilence,theprogressionofthefourthknocks,thestepsoftheenemymovingon,nottobehastenedorstopped.
Indesperateneedofthesightofsomelivingactivity,shedecidedshewouldnotorderdinnerinhercar,butwouldgotothediner.Asifstressingandmockingherloneliness,avoicecamebacktohermind:"Butyouwouldnotruntrainsiftheywereempty."Forgetit!—shetoldherselfangrily,walkinghastilytothedoorofhercar.
Shewasastonished,approachinghervestibule,tohearthesoundofvoicescloseby.Asshepulledthedooropen,sheheardashout:"Getoff,Goddamnyou!"
Anagingtramphadtakenrefugeinthecornerofhervestibule.
Hesatonthefloor,hisposturesuggestingthathehadnostrengthlefttostanduportocareaboutbeingcaught.Hewaslookingattheconductor,hiseyesobservant,fullyconscious,butdevoidofanyreaction.
