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"
For
a
month
?
"
"
For
the
winter
—
I
hope
.
"
Cutting
across
their
silence
,
a
shrill
voice
reached
them
from
another
table
,
and
they
turned
to
look
at
a
man
who
had
the
jittery
manner
of
a
cornered
gangster
about
to
reach
for
his
gun
.
"
An
act
of
anti
-
social
destruction
,
"
he
was
snarling
to
a
sullen
companion
,
"
at
a
time
when
there
’
s
such
a
desperate
shortage
of
copper
!
.
.
.
We
can
’
t
permit
it
!
We
can
’
t
permit
it
to
be
true
!
"
Rearden
turned
abruptly
to
look
off
,
at
the
city
.
"
I
’
d
give
anything
to
know
where
he
is
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
low
.
"
Just
to
know
where
he
is
,
right
now
,
at
this
moment
.
"
"
What
would
you
do
,
if
you
knew
it
?
"
He
dropped
his
hand
in
a
gesture
of
futility
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
approach
him
.
The
only
homage
I
can
still
pay
him
is
not
to
cry
for
forgiveness
where
no
forgiveness
is
possible
.
"
They
remained
silent
.
They
listened
to
the
voices
around
them
,
to
the
splinters
of
panic
trickling
through
the
luxurious
room
.
She
had
not
been
aware
that
the
same
presence
seemed
to
be
an
invisible
guest
at
every
table
,
that
the
same
subject
kept
breaking
through
the
attempts
at
any
other
conversation
.
People
sat
in
a
manner
,
not
quite
of
cringing
,
but
as
if
they
found
the
room
too
large
and
too
exposed
—
a
room
of
glass
,
blue
velvet
,
aluminum
and
gentle
lighting
.
They
looked
as
if
they
had
come
to
this
room
at
the
price
of
countless
evasions
,
to
let
it
help
them
pretend
that
theirs
was
still
a
civilized
existence
—
but
an
act
oЈ
primeval
violence
had
blasted
the
nature
of
their
world
into
the
open
and
they
were
no
longer
able
not
to
see
.
