then he permitted himself to look at dagny.
he watched the gray dress,the shifting movement of the soft cloth when she walked,the momentary pauses sculptured by the cloth,the shadows and the light. he saw it as a bluish-gray smoke held shaped for an instant into a long curve that slanted forward to her knee and back to the tip of her sandal. he knew every facet the light would shape if the smoke were ripped away.
he felt a murky,twisting pain:it was jealousy of every man who spoke to her. he had never felt it before;but he felt it here,where everyone had the right to approach her,...
except himself.
he watched the gray dress,the shifting movement of the soft cloth when she walked,the momentary pauses sculptured by the cloth,the shadows and the light. he saw it as a bluish-gray smoke held shaped for an instant into a long curve that slanted forward to her knee and back to the tip of her sandal. he knew every facet the light would shape if the smoke were ripped away.
he felt a murky,twisting pain:it was jealousy of every man who spoke to her. he had never felt it before;but he felt it here,where everyone had the right to approach her,...
except himself.
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