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           Whatweretheycountingon?Thosewhohadoncesimpered:"Idon’twanttodestroytherich,Ionlywanttoseizealittleoftheirsurplustohelpthepoor,justalittle,they’llnevermissit!"—then,later,hadsnapped:"Thetycoonscanstandbeingsqueezed,they’veamassedenoughtolastthemforthreegenerations"—then,later,hadyelled:"Whyshouldthepeoplesufferwhilebusinessmenhavereservestolastayear?"—nowwerescreaming:"Whyshouldwestarvewhilesomepeoplehavereservestolastaweek?"Whatweretheycountingon?—shewondered.

           "Youmustdosomething!"criedJamesTaggart.

           Shewhirledtofacehim."I?"

           "It’syourjob,it’syourprovince,it’syourduty!"

           "Whatis?"

           "Toact.Todo."

           "Todo—what?"

           "HowshouldIknow?It’syourspecialtalent.You’rethedoer."

           Sheglancedathim:thestatementwassooddlyperceptiveandsoincongruouslyirrelevant.Sherosetoherfeet.

           "Isthisall,Jim?"

           "No!No!Iwantadiscussion!"

           "Goahead."

           "Butyouhaven’tsaidanything!"

           "Youhaven’t,either."

           "But...WhatImeanis,therearepracticalproblemstosolve,which...