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The Concerto of Deliverance
Thesenseofserenitywastheknowledgethathewasfree.
Themeaningofhisbandageandthemeaningofhisofficewerenottobeacceptedortoexist,together—itwasnotacombinationformentolivewith—thiswasnothisbattleanylonger,norhisjob,norhisbusiness.
"IthinkI’llbeallright,Doctor,"hesaid,raisinghishead.
"Yes,Mr.Rearden,fortunately."ThedoctorwaslookingathimasifstillunabletobelievethatthishadhappenedtoHankReardeninsidehisownmills;thedoctor’svoicewastensewithangryloyaltyandindignation."Nothingserious,justascalpwoundandaslightconcussion.
Butyoumusttakeiteasyandallowyourselftorest."
"Iwill,"saidReardenfirmly.
"It’sallover,"saidthesuperintendent,wavingatthemillsbeyondthewindow."We’vegotthebastardsbeatenandontherun.Youdon’thavetoworry,Mr.Rearden.It’sallover."
"Itis,"saidRearden."Theremustbealotofworkleftforyoutodo,Doctor."
"Ohyes!IneverthoughtI’dlivetoseethedaywhen—"
"Iknow.Goahead,takecareofit.I’llbeallright."
"Yes,Mr.Rearden."
"I’lltakecareoftheplace,"saidthesuperintendent,asthedoctorhurriedout."Everything’sundercontrol,Mr.Rearden.Butitwasthedirtiest—"
"Iknow,"saidRearden.
