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"
He
never
noticed
your
existence
.
He
did
notice
mine
.
I
’
m
still
Mrs
.
Rearden
—
at
least
for
another
month
.
"
"
Yes
.
.
.
"
he
said
,
looking
down
at
her
with
a
sudden
,
new
interest
.
"
Mrs
.
Rearden
!
"
she
chuckled
.
"
You
wouldn
’
t
know
what
that
meant
to
him
.
No
feudal
lord
ever
felt
or
demanded
such
reverence
for
the
title
of
his
wife
—
or
held
it
as
such
a
symbol
of
honor
.
Of
his
unbending
,
untouchable
,
inviolate
,
stainless
honor
!
"
She
waved
her
hand
in
a
vague
motion
,
indicating
the
length
of
her
sprawled
body
.
"
Caesar
’
s
wife
!
"
she
chuckled
.
"
Do
you
remember
what
she
was
supposed
to
be
?
No
,
you
wouldn
’
t
.
She
was
supposed
to
be
above
reproach
.
"
He
was
staring
down
at
her
with
the
heavy
,
blind
stare
of
impotent
hatred
—
a
hatred
of
which
she
was
the
sudden
symbol
,
not
the
object
.
"
He
didn
’
t
like
it
when
his
Metal
was
thrown
into
common
,
public
use
,
for
any
chance
passer
-
by
to
make
.
.
.
did
he
?
"
"
No
,
he
didn
’
t
.
"
His
words
were
blurring
a
little
,
as
if
weighted
with
drops
of
the
liquor
he
had
swallowed
:
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
that
you
helped
us
to
get
that
Gift
Certificate
as
a
favor
to
me
and
that
you
gained
nothing
.
.
.
I
know
why
you
did
it
.
"
"
You
knew
it
at
the
time
.
"
"
Sure
.
That
’
s
why
I
like
you
,
Lillian
.
"
