Атлант расправил плечи
The Sanction of the Victim
Hestoodlookingatherforadeliberatemoment,asiftoconfirmthemeaningshewouldreadinhisanswer:"ToNewYork."
Shejumpedtoherfeet."Tonight?"
"Now."
"Youcan’tgotoNewYorktonight!"Hervoicewasnotloud,butithadtheimperioushelplessnessofashriek."Thisisnotthetimewhenyoucanaffordit.Whenyoucanaffordtodesertyourfamily,Imean.
Yououghttothinkaboutthematterofcleanhands.You’renotinapositiontopermityourselfanythingwhichyouknowtobedepravity."
Bywhatcode?—thoughtRearden—bywhatstandard?
"WhydoyouwishtogotoNewYorktonight?"
"Ithink,Lillian,forthesamereasonthatmakesyouwishtostopme."
"Tomorrowisyourtrial."
"ThatiswhatImean."
Hemadeamovementtoturn,andsheraisedhervoice:"Idon’twantyoutogo!"Hesmiled.Itwasthefirsttimehehadsmiledatherinthepastthreemonths;itwasnotthekindofsmileshecouldcaretosee."Iforbidyoutoleaveustonight!"
Heturnedandlefttheroom.
