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"
No
.
Mrs
.
Rearden
.
"
She
let
a
moment
pass
,
then
said
,
"
Please
ask
her
to
come
in
.
"
There
was
some
peculiar
touch
of
emphasis
in
Lillian
Rearden
’
s
bearing
when
she
entered
and
walked
toward
the
desk
.
She
wore
a
tailored
suit
,
with
a
loose
,
bright
bow
hanging
casually
sidewise
for
a
note
of
elegant
incongruity
,
and
a
small
hat
tilted
at
an
angle
considered
smart
by
virtue
of
being
considered
amusing
;
her
face
was
a
shade
too
smooth
,
her
steps
a
shade
too
slow
,
and
she
walked
almost
as
if
she
were
swinging
her
hips
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
she
said
in
a
lazily
gracious
voice
,
a
drawing
-
room
voice
which
seemed
to
strike
,
in
that
office
,
the
same
style
of
incongruity
as
her
suit
and
her
bow
.
Dagny
inclined
her
head
gravely
.
Lillian
glanced
about
the
office
;
her
glance
had
the
same
style
of
amusement
as
her
hat
:
an
amusement
purporting
to
express
maturity
by
the
conviction
that
life
could
be
nothing
but
ridiculous
.
"
Please
sit
down
,
"
said
Dagny
.
Lillian
sat
down
,
relaxing
into
a
confident
,
gracefully
casual
posture
.
When
she
turned
her
face
to
Dagny
,
the
amusement
was
still
there
,
but
its
shading
was
now
different
:
it
seemed
to
suggest
that
they
shared
a
secret
,
which
would
make
her
presence
here
seem
preposterous
to
the
world
,
but
self
-
evidently
logical
to
the
two
of
them
.
She
stressed
it
by
remaining
silent
.
"
What
can
I
do
for
you
?
"
