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"
Mr
.
Galt
is
at
the
powerhouse
.
He
should
be
back
any
moment
.
"
He
sat
down
in
an
armchair
,
asking
no
permission
,
as
if
he
were
at
home
.
She
turned
silently
to
her
work
.
He
sat
watching
her
movements
with
an
open
grin
,
as
if
the
sight
of
her
laying
out
cutlery
on
a
kitchen
table
were
the
spectacle
of
some
special
paradox
.
"
What
did
Francisco
say
when
he
saw
you
here
?
"
he
asked
.
She
turned
to
him
with
a
slight
jolt
,
but
answered
evenly
,
"
He
is
not
here
yet
.
"
"
Not
yet
?
"
He
seemed
startled
.
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
"
So
I
was
told
.
"
He
lighted
a
cigarette
.
She
wondered
,
watching
him
,
what
profession
he
had
chosen
,
loved
and
abandoned
in
order
to
join
this
valley
.
She
could
make
no
guess
;
none
seemed
to
fit
;
she
caught
herself
in
the
preposterous
feeling
of
wishing
that
he
had
no
profession
at
all
,
because
any
work
seemed
too
dangerous
for
his
incredible
kind
of
beauty
.
It
was
an
impersonal
feeling
,
she
did
not
look
at
him
as
at
a
man
,
but
as
at
an
animated
work
of
art
—
and
it
seemed
to
be
a
stressed
indignity
of
the
outer
world
that
a
perfection
such
as
his
should
be
subjected
to
the
shocks
,
the
strains
,
the
scars
reserved
for
any
man
who
loved
his
work
.
But
the
feeling
seemed
the
more
preposterous
,
because
the
lines
of
his
face
had
the
sort
of
hardness
for
which
no
danger
on
earth
was
a
match
,
"
No
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
said
suddenly
,
catching
her
glance
,
"
you
’
ve
never
seen
me
before
.
"
She
was
shocked
to
realize
that
she
had
been
studying
him
openly
.
