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The
second
time
,
Philip
had
said
,
as
sole
explanation
,
"
We
just
want
to
know
how
you
feel
.
"
"
Who
’
s
we
?
"
"
Why
.
.
.
Mother
and
I
.
These
are
difficult
times
and
.
.
.
well
,
Mother
wants
to
know
how
you
feel
about
it
all
.
"
"
Tell
her
that
I
don
’
t
.
"
The
words
had
seemed
to
hit
Philip
in
some
peculiar
manner
,
almost
as
if
this
were
the
one
answer
he
dreaded
.
"
Get
out
of
here
,
"
Rearden
had
ordered
wearily
,
"
and
the
next
time
you
want
to
see
me
,
make
an
appointment
and
come
to
my
office
.
But
don
’
t
come
unless
you
have
something
to
say
.
This
is
not
a
place
where
one
discusses
feelings
,
mine
or
anybody
else
’
s
.
"
Philip
had
not
called
for
an
appointment
—
but
now
there
he
was
again
,
slouching
among
the
giant
shapes
of
the
furnaces
,
with
an
air
of
guilt
and
snobbishness
together
,
as
if
he
were
both
snooping
and
slumming
.
"
But
I
do
have
something
to
say
!
I
do
!
"
he
cried
hastily
,
in
answer
to
the
angry
frown
on
Rearden
’
s
face
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
come
to
my
office
?
"
"
You
don
’
t
want
me
in
your
office
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
here
,
either
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
only
.
.
.
I
’
m
only
trying
to
be
considerate
and
not
to
take
your
time
when
you
’
re
so
busy
and
.
.
.
you
are
very
busy
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
"
And
?
"
"
And
.
.
.
well
,
I
just
wanted
to
catch
you
in
a
spare
moment
.
.
.
to
talk
to
you
.
"
