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The Exploiters and the Exploited
Somethingofthebright,violentlookstillremainedinherface.Butitwasnotgayandshewasnotsmiling.Thelooknowhadanodd,primitivequality.Whenhesawit,hehopedhewouldneverhavetoseeitagain.
"Listen,Jim,"shesaid;hehadneverheardthattoneinanyhumanvoice."Thereisonethingyoucandoasyourpartofthedealandyou’dbetterdoit:keepyourWashingtonboysoff.Seetoitthattheygivemeallthepermissions,authorizations,chartersandotherwastepaperthattheirlawsrequire.Don’tletthemtrytostopme.Iftheytry...Jim,peoplesaythatourancestor,NatTaggart,killedapoliticianwhotriedtorefusehimapermissionheshouldneverhavehadtoask.Idon’tknowwhetherNatTaggartdiditornot.ButI’lltellyouthis:Iknowhowhefelt,ifhedid.Ifhedidn’t—Imightdothejobforhim,tocompletethefamilylegend.Imeanit,Jim."
Franciscod’Anconiasatinfrontofherdesk.Hisfacewasblank.IthadremainedblankwhileDagnyexplainedtohim,intheclear,impersonaltoneofabusinessinterview,theformationandpurposeofherownrailroadcompany.Hehadlistened.Hehadnotpronouncedaword.
Shehadneverseenhisfacewearthatlookofdrainedpassivity.
Therewasnomockery,noamusement,noantagonism;itwasasifhedidnotbelongintheseparticularmomentsofexistenceandcouldnotbereached.
