Атлант расправил плечи
Anti-Green
Herheadwasdrooping,assheunlockedthedoorofherapartment,andthelightstruckherfrombelow,fromthecarpet,beforeshejerkedherheadupinastonishmentatfindingtheapartmentlighted.Shetookastepforward—andsawHankReardenstandingacrosstheroom.
Shewasheldstillbytwoshocks:onewasthesightofhispresence,shehadnotexpectedhimtobebacksosoon;theotherwasthesightofhisface.Hisfacehadsofirm,soconfident,somaturealookofcalm,inthefainthalf-smile,intheclarityoftheeyes,thatshefeltasifhehadageddecadeswithinonemonth,butagedinthepropersenseofhumangrowth,agedinvision,instature,inpower.Shefeltthathewhohadlivedthroughamonthofagony,hewhomshehadhurtsodeeplyandwasabouttohurtmoredeeplystill,hewouldnowbetheonetogivehersupportandconsolation,hiswouldbethestrengthtoprotectthemboth.Shestoodmotionlessforonlyaninstant,butshesawhissmiledeepeningasifhewerereadingherthoughtsandtellingherthatshehadnothingtofear.Sheheardaslight,cracklingsoundandsaw,onatablebesidehim,thelighteddialofasilentradio.Hereyesmovedtohisasaquestionandheansweredbythefaintestnod,barelymorethanaloweringofhiseyelids;hehadheardherbroadcast.
Theymovedtowardeachotherinthesamemoment.
