Атлант расправил плечи

           Thebellkeptcominginsuddenspasms,likeadrillgoingthroughherear,throughherbody.

           Sheclutchedthereceiverasif,unheeded,itwerestillaformofcontact.

           Shewishedthebellwerelouder.Sheforgotthatthesoundsheheardwasnottheoneringinginhishouse.Shedidnotknowthatshewasscreaming,"Ellis,don’t!Don’t!Don’t!"—untilsheheardthecold,reprovingvoiceoftheoperatorsay,"Yourpartydoesnotanswer."

           ShesatatthewindowofacoachofTrainNumber57,andlistenedtotheclickingofthewheelsontherailsofReardenMetal,Shesat,unresisting,swayingwiththemotionofthetrain.Theblacklusterofthewindowhidthecountrysideshedidnotwanttosee.ItwashersecondrunontheJohnGaltLine,andshetriednottothinkofthefirst.