Атлант расправил плечи
The Non-commercial
ThenDagnyrealizedthattherewerepeoplestandingaroundthemandthattheyallstoodinsilence.Shewashearingsoundsnow,eventhemusic;itwasHalley’smangledConcerto,somewherefaraway.
ShesawRearden’sface.Itlookedasifsomethingwithinhimweremangled,likethemusic;shedidnotknowbywhat.Hewaswatchingthem.
Lillian’smouthmovedintoanupturnedcrescent.Itresembledasmile.Shesnappedthemetalbraceletopen,droppeditonDagny’spalmandtookthediamondband.
"Thankyou,MissTaggart,"shesaid.
Dagny’sfingersclosedaboutthemetal.Shefeltthat;shefeltnothingelse.
Lillianturned,becauseReardenhadapproachedher.Hetookthediamondbraceletfromherhand.Heclaspeditonherwrist,raisedherhandtohislipsandkissedit.
HedidnotlookatDagny.
Lillianlaughed,gaily,easily,attractively,bringingtheroombacktoitsnormalmood.
"Youmayhaveitback,MissTaggart,whenyouchangeyourmind,"shesaid.
Dagnyhadturnedaway.Shefeltcalmandfree.Thepressurewasgone.Theneedtogetouthadvanished.
Sheclaspedthemetalbraceletonherwrist.Shelikedthefeelofitsweightagainstherskin.Inexplicably,shefeltatouchoffemininevanity,thekindshehadneverexperiencedbefore:thedesiretobeseenwearingthisparticularornament.
Fromadistance,sheheardsnatchesofindignantvoices:"ThemostoffensivegestureI’veeverseen....Itwasvicious....I’mgladLilliantookheruponit....Servesherright,ifshefeelslikethrowingafewthousanddollarsaway...."