Атлант расправил плечи
Their Brothers’ Keepers
Itwasgonerightthen."
Sheturnedherheadtolookathiminsilence,andhesmiled,liftinghimselfonanelbowtolookdownatherfaceasshelayhelplesslystill.
Shewhispered,"You’vebeenatracklaborer,here—here!—fortwelveyears..."
"Yes."
"Eversince—"
"EversinceIquittheTwentiethCentury."
"Thenightwhenyousawmeforthefirsttime...youwereworkinghere,then?"
"Yes.Andthemorningwhenyouofferedtoworkformeasmycook,Iwasonlyyourtracklaboreronleaveofabsence.DoyouseewhyIlaughedasIdid?"
Shewaslookingupathisface;herswasasmileofpain,his—ofpuregaiety,"John..."
"Sayit.Butsayitall."
"Youwerehere...allthoseyears..."
"Yes."
"...allthoseyears...whiletherailroadwasperishing...whileIwassearchingformenofintelligence...whileIwasstrugglingtoholdontoanyscrapofitIcouldfind..."
"...whileyouwerecombingthecountryfortheinventorofmymotor,whileyouwerefeedingJamesTaggartandWesleyMouch,whileyouwerenamingyourbestachievementaftertheenemywhomyouwantedtodestroy."
Sheclosedhereyes.
