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           Galt’sfacewasexpressionless.

           "Look,"saidMr.Thompsonpleadingly,"isn’tthereanybodywhocantalktoyou?"

           "There’snothingtotalkabout."

           "We’vegotto.We’vegottoconvinceyou.Isthereanyoneyou’dwanttotalkto?"

           "No."

           "Ithoughtmaybe...it’sbecauseshetalks—usedtotalk—likeyou,attimes...maybeifIsentMissDagnyTaggarttotellyou—"

           "Thatone?Sure,sheusedtotalklikeme.She’smyonlyfailure.Ithoughtshewasthekindwhobelongedonmyside.Butshedoublecrossedme,tokeepherrailroad.She’dsellhersoulforherrailroad.

           Sendherin,ifyouwantmetoslapherface."

           "No,no,no!Youdon’thavetoseeher,ifthat’showyoufeel.Idon’twanttowastemoretimeonpeoplewhorubyouthewrongway...

           Only...onlyifit’snotMissTaggart,Idon’tknowwhomtopick.

           ...If...ifIcouldfindsomebodyyou’dbewillingtoconsideror..."

           "I’vechangedmymind,"saidGalt."ThereissomebodyI’dliketospeakto."

           "Who?"criedMr.Thompsoneagerly.

           "Dr.RobertStadler."

           Mr.Thompsonemittedalongwhistleandshookhisheadapprehensively."Thatoneisnofriendofyours,"hesaidinatoneofhonestwarning.

           "He’stheoneIwanttosee.