Атлант расправил плечи
In the Name of the Best among us
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Francisconodded,hisfacestillturnedaway;theviolentgripofhisfingersclutchingGalt’swristforamomentwashisanswer.
Galtliftedhimselftoasittingposture,slowlyregainingcontrolofhismuscles.HeglancedupatDagny’sface,asherarmshotforwardtohelphim;hesawthestruggleofhersmileagainstthetensionofherresistedtears;itwasthestruggleofherknowledgethatnothingcouldmatterbesidethesightofhisnakedbodyandthatthisbodywasliving—againstherknowledgeofwhatithadendured.Holdingherglance,heraisedhishandandtouchedthecollarofherwhitesweaterwithhisfingertips,inacknowledgmentandinreminderoftheonlythingsthatweretomatterfromnowon.Thefainttremorofherlips,relaxingintoasmile,toldhimthatsheunderstood.
DanneskjoldfoundGalt’sshirt,slacksandtherestofhisclothing,whichhadbeenthrownonthefloorinacorneroftheroom."Doyouthinkyoucanwalk,John?"heasked.
"Sure."
WhileFranciscoandReardenwerehelpingGalttodress,Danneskjoldproceededcalmly,systematically,withnovisibleemotion,todemolishthetorturemachineintosplinters.
Galtwasnotfullysteadyonhisfeet,buthecouldstand,leaningonFrancisco’sshoulder.Thefirstfewstepswerehard,butbythetimetheyreachedthedoor,hewasabletoresumethemotionsofwalking.
