Атлант расправил плечи
The Exploiters and the Exploited
I’llbebackinabouttendays,IintendtobeinNewYorkonceortwiceamonth."
"Wherewillyouliveoutthere?"
"Onthesite.Inmyownrailwaycar—thatis,Eddie’scar,whichI’mborrowing."
"Willyoubesafe?"
"Safefromwhat?"Thenshelaughed,startled."Why,Hank,it’sthefirsttimeyou’veeverthoughtthatIwasn’taman.OfcourseI’llbesafe."
Hewasnotlookingather;hewaslookingatasheetoffiguresonhisdesk."I’vehadmyengineersprepareabreakdownofthecostofthebridge,"hesaid,"andanapproximatescheduleoftheconstructiontimerequired.ThatiswhatIwantedtodiscusswithyou."Heextendedthepapers.Shesettledbacktoreadthem.
Awedgeoflightfellacrossherface.Hesawthefirm,sensualmouthinsharpoutline.Thensheleanedbackalittle,andhesawonlyasuggestionofitsshapeandthedarklinesofherloweredlashes.
Haven’tI?—hethought.Haven’tIthoughtofitsincethefirsttimeIsawyou?Haven’tIthoughtofnothingelsefortwoyears?...Hesatmotionless,lookingather.Heheardthewordshehadneverallowedhimselftoform,thewordshehadfelt,known,yethadnotfaced,hadhopedtodestroybyneverlettingthembesaidwithinhisownmind.Nowitwasassuddenandshockingasifheweresayingittoher...SincethefirsttimeIsawyou...
