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"
Yes
.
Forget
it
.
You
’
re
right
.
"
Galt
turned
away
with
a
movement
that
seemed
oddly
out
of
character
:
it
had
the
unrhythmical
abruptness
of
the
involuntary
.
He
did
not
turn
back
;
Francisco
watched
him
in
astonishment
,
then
asked
softly
,
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
Galt
turned
and
looked
at
him
for
a
moment
,
not
answering
.
She
could
not
identify
the
emotion
that
softened
the
lines
of
Galt
’
s
face
:
it
had
the
quality
of
a
smile
,
of
gentleness
,
of
pain
,
and
of
something
greater
that
seemed
to
make
these
concepts
superfluous
.
"
Whatever
any
of
us
has
paid
for
this
battle
,
"
said
Galt
,
"
you
’
re
the
one
who
’
s
taken
the
hardest
beating
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Who
?
I
?
"
Francisco
grinned
with
shocked
,
incredulous
amusement
.
"
Certainly
not
!
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
He
chuckled
and
added
,
"
Pity
,
John
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Galt
firmly
.
She
saw
Francisco
watching
him
with
a
faint
,
puzzled
frown
—
because
Galt
had
said
it
,
looking
,
not
at
him
,
but
at
her
.
The
emotional
sum
that
struck
her
as
an
immediate
impression
of
Francisco
’
s
house
,
when
she
entered
it
for
the
first
time
,
was
not
the
sum
she
had
once
drawn
from
the
sight
of
its
silent
,
locked
exterior
.
She
felt
,
not
a
sense
of
tragic
loneliness
,
but
of
invigorating
brightness
.
The
rooms
were
bare
and
crudely
simple
,
the
house
seemed
built
with
the
skill
,
the
decisiveness
and
the
impatience
typical
of
Francisco
;
it
looked
like
a
frontiersman
’
s
shanty
thrown
together
to
serve
as
a
mere
springboard
for
a
long
flight
into
the
future
—
a
future
where
so
great
a
field
of
activity
lay
waiting
that
no
time
could
be
wasted
on
the
comfort
of
its
start
.
The
place
had
the
brightness
,
not
of
a
home
,
but
of
a
fresh
wooden
scaffolding
erected
to
shelter
the
birth
of
a
skyscraper
.
