Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Green
Yetevenshe—"
Shewonderedathoweasyitfelt,whenonedidnothavetofeel;sheseemedtobestandingnakedonpublicdisplay,andabeamoflightwasenoughtosupporther,becausetherewasnoweightofpaininher,nohope,noregret,noconcern,nofuture.
"...Andnow,ladiesandgentlemen,Iwillpresenttoyoutheheroineofthisnight,ourmostuncommonguest,the—"
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