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About
what
?
"
"
I
.
.
.
Well
,
I
need
a
job
.
"
He
said
it
belligerently
and
drew
back
a
little
.
Rearden
stood
looking
at
him
blankly
.
"
Henry
,
I
want
a
job
.
I
mean
,
here
,
at
the
mills
.
I
want
you
to
give
me
something
to
do
.
I
need
a
job
,
I
need
to
earn
my
living
.
I
’
m
tired
of
alms
.
"
He
was
groping
for
something
to
say
,
his
voice
both
offended
and
pleading
,
as
if
the
necessity
to
justify
the
plea
were
an
unfair
imposition
upon
him
.
"
I
want
a
livelihood
of
my
own
,
I
’
m
not
asking
you
for
charity
,
I
’
m
asking
you
to
give
me
a
chance
!
"
"
This
is
a
factory
,
Philip
,
not
a
gambling
joint
.
"
"
Uh
?
"
"
We
don
’
t
take
chances
or
give
them
.
"
"
I
’
m
asking
you
to
give
me
a
job
!
"
