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The Aristocracy of pull
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Onceamonth,sincehisreturntoUtah,shehadsenthimacheckandhehadsentherareportonhiswork.Itwastooearlytohope,buthisreportsweretheonlybrightpointsinthestagnantfogofherdaysintheoffice.
Sheraisedherhead,asshefinishedreadinghispages.Thecalendarinthedistancesaid:September2.Thelightsofthecityhadgrownbeneathit,spreadingandglittering.ShethoughtofRearden.Shewishedhewereinthecity;shewishedshewouldseehimtonight.
Then,noticingthedate,sherememberedsuddenlythatshehadtorushhometodress,becauseshehadtoattendJim’sweddingtonight.
ShehadnotseenJim,outsidetheoffice,foroverayear.Shehadnotmethisfiancee,butshehadreadenoughabouttheengagementinthenewspapers.Sherosefromherdeskinwearilydistastefulresignation:itseemedeasiertoattendtheweddingthantobotherexplainingherabsenceafterwards.
ShewashurryingacrosstheconcourseoftheTerminalwhensheheardavoicecalling,"MissTaggart!"withastrangenoteofurgencyandreluctance,together.Itstoppedherabruptly;shetookafewsecondstorealizethatitwastheoldmanatthecigarstandwhohadcalled.
"I’vebeenwaitingtocatchsightofyoufordays.MissTaggart.I’vebeenextremelyanxioustospeaktoyou."Therewasanoddexpressiononhisface,thelookofaneffortnottolookfrightened.