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Through
the
open
door
of
his
study
,
James
Taggart
had
seen
Cherryl
cross
the
anteroom
and
walk
out
of
the
apartment
.
He
had
slammed
his
door
and
slumped
down
on
the
davenport
,
with
patches
of
spilled
champagne
still
soaking
the
cloth
of
his
trousers
,
as
if
his
own
discomfort
were
a
revenge
upon
his
wife
and
upon
a
universe
that
would
not
provide
him
with
the
celebration
he
had
wanted
.
After
a
while
,
he
leaped
to
his
feet
,
tore
off
his
coat
and
threw
it
across
the
room
.
He
reached
for
a
cigarette
,
but
snapped
it
in
half
and
flung
it
at
a
painting
over
the
fireplace
.
He
noticed
a
vase
of
Venetian
glass
—
a
museum
piece
,
centuries
old
,
with
an
intricate
system
of
blue
and
gold
arteries
twisting
through
its
transparent
body
.
He
seized
it
and
flung
it
at
the
wall
;
it
burst
into
a
rain
of
glass
as
thin
as
a
shattered
light
bulb
.
He
had
bought
that
vase
for
the
satisfaction
of
thinking
of
all
the
connoisseurs
who
could
not
afford
it
.
Now
he
experienced
the
satisfaction
of
a
revenge
upon
the
centuries
which
had
prized
it
—
and
the
satisfaction
of
thinking
that
there
were
millions
of
desperate
families
,
any
one
of
whom
could
have
lived
for
a
year
on
the
price
of
that
vase
.
He
kicked
off
his
shoes
,
and
fell
back
on
the
davenport
,
letting
his
stocking
feet
dangle
in
mid
-
air
.
The
sound
of
the
doorbell
startled
him
:
it
seemed
to
match
his
mood
.
It
was
the
kind
of
brusque
,
demanding
,
impatient
snap
of
sound
he
would
have
produced
if
he
were
now
jabbing
his
finger
at
someone
’
s
doorbell
.
He
listened
to
the
butler
’
s
steps
,
promising
himself
the
pleasure
of
refusing
admittance
to
whoever
was
seeking
it
.
In
a
moment
,
he
heard
the
knock
at
his
door
and
the
butler
entered
to
announce
,
"
Mrs
.
Rearden
to
see
you
,
sir
.
"
"
What
?
.
.
.
Oh
.
.
.
