Атлант расправил плечи
The Exploiters and the Exploited
"Havesomebodytheretotakenotes."
"Nowaboutthosecrossties,MissTaggart,"hesaidhastilyastheystarted."Mr.Colemanofyourofficeokayedthem.Hedidn’tsayanythingabouttoomuchbark.Idon’tseewhyyouthinkthey’re—"
"Isaidyou’regoingtoreplacethem."
Whenshecameoutofthecoach,exhaustedbytwohoursofefforttobepatient,toinstruct,toexplain—shesawanautomobileparkedonthetorndirtroadbelow,ablacktwo-seater,sparklingandnew.Anewcarwasanastonishingsightanywhere;onedidnotseethemoften.
Sheglancedaroundandgaspedatthesightofthetallfigurestandingatthefootofthebridge.ItwasHankRearden;shehadnotexpectedtofindhiminColorado.Heseemedabsorbedincalculations,pencilandnotebookinhand.Hisclothesattractedattention,likehiscarandforthesamereason;heworeasimpletrenchcoatandahatwithaslantingbrim,buttheywereofsuchgoodquality,soflagrantlyexpensivethattheyappearedostentatiousamongtheseedygarmentsofthecrowdseverywhere,themoreostentatiousbecausewornsonaturally.
Shenoticedsuddenlythatshewasrunningtowardhim;shehadlostalltraceofexhaustion.Thensherememberedthatshehadnotseenhimsincetheparty.Shestopped.
Hesawher,hewavedtoherinagestureofpleased,astonishedgreeting,andhewalkedforwardtomeether.Hewassmiling.
"Hello,"hesaid.
