Атлант расправил плечи

           Sheremainedstillforamoment,herhandsspreadflatontherock,herarmstensedtosupporttheweightofherbody;inexplicably,hisglancemadeherawareofherpose,ofhershouldershowingthroughthetornshirt,ofherlong,scratched,sunburnedlegsslantingfromtherocktotheground.Shestoodupangrilyandbackedawayfromhim.Andwhilethrowingherheadup,resentmentinhereyestomeetthesternnessinhis,whilefeelingcertainthathiswasaglanceofcondemnationandhostility,sheheardherselfaskinghim,atoneofsmilingdefianceinhervoice:

           "Whatdoyoulikeaboutme?"

           Helaughed;shewondered,aghast,whathadmadehersayit.Heanswered,"There’swhatIlikeaboutyou,"pointingtotheglitteringrailsoftheTaggartstationinthedistance.

           "It’snotmine,"shesaid,disappointed.

           "WhatIlikeisthatit’sgoingtobe."

           Shesmiled,concedinghisvictorybybeingopenlydelighted.Shedidnotknowwhyhehadlookedathersostrangely;butshefeltthathehadseensomeconnection,whichshecouldnotgrasp,betweenherbodyandsomethingwithinherthatwouldgiveherthestrengthtorulethoserailssomeday.

           Hesaidbrusquely,"Let’sseeifwecanseeNewYork,"andjerkedherbythearmtotheedgeofthecliff.Shethoughtthathedidnotnoticethathetwistedherarminapeculiarway,holdingitdownalongthelengthofhisside;itmadeherstandpressedagainsthim,andshefeltthewarmthofthesunintheskinofhislegsagainsthers.