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The John Galt line
Thenthedoorofthecabwasflungopen,sheknewthatshehadtobefirsttodescend,andshesteppedtotheedge.
Fortheflashofaninstant,shefelttheslendernessofherownbody,thelightnessofstandingfull-figureinacurrentofopenair.Shegrippedthemetalbarsandstarteddowntheladder.Shewashalfwaydownwhenshefeltthepalmsofaman’shandsslamtightagainstherribsandwaistline,shewastornoffthesteps,swungthroughtheairanddepositedontheground.ShecouldnotbelievethattheyoungboylaughinginherfacewasEllisWyatt.Thetense,scornfulfacesheremembered,nowhadthepurity,theeagerness,thejoyousbenevolenceofachildinthekindofworldforwhichhehadbeenintended.
Shewasleaningagainsthisshoulder,feelingunsteadyonthemotionlessground,withhisarmabouther,shewaslaughing,shewaslisteningtothethingshesaid,shewasanswering,"Butdidn’tyouknowwewould?"
Inamoment,shesawthefacesaroundthem.TheywerethebondholdersoftheJohnGaltLine,themenwhowereNielsenMotors,HammondCars,StocktonFoundryandalltheothers.Sheshooktheirhands,andtherewerenospeeches;shestoodagainstEllisWyatt,saggingalittle,brushingherhairawayfromhereyes,leavingsmudgesofsootonherforehead.Sheshookthehandsofthemenofthetrain’screw,withoutwords,withthesealofthegrinsontheirfaces.
