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Acelebrationofmyown—inyourhonorandmine."
"Forwhatreason?"
ShewasthinkingofthenewtrackontherockygradesoftheColoradomountains,growingslowlytowardthedistantgoaloftheWyattoilfields.Shewasseeingthegreenish-blueglowoftherailsonthefrozenground,amongthedriedweeds,thenakedboulders,therottingshantiesofhalf-starvedsettlements.
"InhonorofthefirstsixtymilesofReardenMetaltrack,"sheanswered.
"Iappreciateit."Thetoneofhisvoicewastheonethatwouldhavebeenproperifhehadsaid,"I’veneverheardofit."
Shefoundnothingelsetosay.Shefeltasifshewerespeakingtoastranger.
"Why,MissTaggart!"acheerfulvoicebroketheirsilence."NowthisiswhatImeanwhenIsaythatHankReardencanachieveanymiracle!"
Abusinessmanwhomtheyknewhadapproached,smilingatherindelightedastonishment.Thethreeofthemhadoftenheldemergencyconferencesaboutfreightratesandsteeldeliveries.Nowhelookedather,hisfaceanopencommentonthechangeinherappearance,thechange,shethought,whichReardenhadnotnoticed.
Shelaughed,answeringtheman’sgreeting,givingherselfnotimetorecognizetheunexpectedstabofdisappointment,theunadmittedthoughtthatshewishedshehadseenthislookonRearden’sface,instead.Sheexchangedafewsentenceswiththeman.Whensheglancedaround,Reardenwasgone.
"Sothatisyourfamoussister?"saidBalphEubanktoJamesTaggart,lookingatDagnyacrosstheroom.
