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           IthinkIknowwhereyouwere.ItwasQuentinDanielsthatyouwantedtosavefromthedestroyer,andyouwerefollowingDanielswhenyoucrashed,weren’tyou?"

           "Yes."

           "GoodGod,Dagny!—doessuchaplacereallyexist?Aretheyallalive?Isthere...?I’msorry.Don’tanswer."

           Shesmiled."Itdoesexist."

           Heremainedsilentforalongtime.

           "Hank,couldyougiveupReardenSteel?"

           "No!"Theanswerwasfiercelyimmediate,butheadded,withthefirstsoundofhopelessnessinhisvoice,"Notyet."

           Thenhelookedather,asif,inthetransitionofhisthreewords,hehadlivedthecourseofheragonyofthepastmonth."Isee,"hesaid.Heranhishandoverherforehead,withagestureofunderstanding,ofcompassion,ofanalmostincredulouswonder."Whathellyou’venowundertakentoendure!"hesaid,hisvoicelow.

           Shenodded.

           Sheslippeddown,toliestretched,herfaceonhisknees.Hestrokedherhair;hesaid,"We’llfightthelootersaslongaswecan.Idon’tknowwhatfutureispossibletous,butwe’llwinorwe’lllearnthatit’shopeless.Untilwedo,we’llfightforourworld.We’reallthat’sleftofit."

           Shefellasleep,lyingthere,herhandclaspinghis