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The Egoist
Whenheraisedhishead,hewassmiling.Hesaidonly,"Nowisthetimenottobeafraid."
Shefollowedhimbacktothegarret.Sheheardthedoorofthelaboratoryclickinglockedbehindthem.
Heheldhercoatforhersilently,hewaiteduntilshehadtieditsbeltandhadputonherhat—thenhewalkedtotheentrancedoorandopenedit.
Threeofthefourmenwhoenteredweremuscularfiguresinmilitaryuniforms,eachwithtwogunsonhiships,withbroadfacesdevoidofshapeandeyesuntouchedbyperception.Thefourth,theirleader,wasafrailcivilianwithanexpensiveovercoat,aneatmustache,paleblueeyesandthemannerofanintellectualofthepublic-relationsspecies.
HeblinkedatGalt,attheroom,madeastepforward,stopped,madeanotherstepandstopped.
"Yes?"saidGalt.
"Are...areyouJohnGalt?"heaskedtooloudly.
"That’smyname."
"AreyoutheJohnGalt?"
"Whichone?"
"Didyouspeakontheradio?"
"When?"
"Don’tlethimfoolyou."ThemetallicvoicewasDagny’sanditwasaddressedtotheleader."He—is—John—Galt.Ishallreporttheprooftoheadquarters.Youmayproceed."
Galtturnedtoherastoastranger.