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           "Hewasn’tflyingtoNewYork,washe?"

           "Why,yes.Hesaidso."

           "Areyousure?"

           "Hesaidhehadanappointmenttheretonight."

           Shelookedattheskytotheeast,blankly,withoutmoving.Shehadnocluetoanyreason,nothingtogiveherafoothold,nothingwithwhichtoweighthisorfightitorunderstand.

           "Damnthesestreets!"saidJamesTaggart."We’regoingtobelate."

           Dagnyglancedahead,pastthebackofthechauffeur.Throughthecirclemadebyawindshieldwiperonthesleet-streakedglass,shesawblack,worn,glisteningcartopsstrunginamotionlessline.Farahead,thesmearofaredlantern,lowovertheground,markedastreetexcavation.

           "There’ssomethingwrongoneveryotherstreet,"saidTaggartirritably."Whydoesn’tsomebodyfixthem?"

           Sheleanedbackagainsttheseat,tighteningthecollarofherwrap.

           Shefeltexhaustedattheendofadayshehadstartedatherdesk,inheroffice,atsevenA.M.;adayshehadbrokenoff,uncompleted,torushhomeanddress,becauseshehadpromisedJimtospeakatthedinneroftheNewYorkBusinessCouncil"TheywantustogivethematalkaboutReardenMetal,"hehadsaid."YoucandoitsomuchbetterthanI.It’sveryimportantthatwepresentagoodcase.There’ssuchacontroversyaboutReardenMetal.