Атлант расправил плечи
Wyatt’s torch
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"Tellme,areyouproudofthewaythesethreehaveturnedout?"
Helookedoff,intothedistance,atthedyingfireofthesunsetonthefarthestrocks;hisfacehadthelookofafatherwhowatcheshissonsbleedingonabattlefield.Heanswered:"MoreproudthanIhadeverhopedtobe."
Itwasalmostdark.Heturnedsharply,tookapackageofcigarettesfromhispocket,pulledoutonecigarette,butstopped,rememberingherpresence,asifhehadforgottenitforamoment,andextendedthepackagetoher.Shetookacigaretteandhestruckthebriefflareofamatch,thenshookitout,leavingonlytwosmallpointsoffireinthedarknessofaglassroomandofmilesofmountainsbeyondit.
Sherose,paidherbill,andsaid,"Thankyou,Dr.Akston.Iwillnotmolestyouwithtricksorpleas.Iwillnothiredetectives.ButIthinkIshouldtellyouthatIwillnotgiveup,Imustfindtheinventorofthatmotor.Iwillfindhim."
"Notuntilthedaywhenhechoosestofindyou—ashewill."
Whenshewalkedtohercar,heswitchedonthelightsinthediner,shesawthemailboxbythesideoftheroadandnotedtheincrediblefactthatthename"HughAkston"stoodwrittenopenlyacrossit.
