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"
Look
,
Henry
,
"
said
Philip
hastily
,
"
Mother
can
’
t
understand
those
things
.
We
don
’
t
know
how
to
approach
you
.
We
can
’
t
speak
your
language
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
speak
yours
.
"
"
What
she
’
s
trying
to
say
is
that
we
’
re
sorry
.
We
’
re
terribly
sorry
that
we
’
ve
hurt
you
.
You
think
we
’
re
not
paying
for
it
,
but
we
are
.
We
’
re
suffering
remorse
.
"
The
pain
in
Philip
’
s
face
was
real
.
A
year
ago
,
Rearden
would
have
felt
pity
.
Now
,
he
knew
that
they
had
held
him
through
nothing
but
his
reluctance
to
hurt
them
,
his
fear
of
their
pain
.
He
was
not
afraid
of
it
any
longer
,
"
We
’
re
sorry
,
Henry
.
We
know
we
’
ve
harmed
you
.
We
wish
we
could
atone
for
it
.
But
what
can
we
do
?
The
past
is
past
.
We
can
’
t
undo
it
.
"
"
Neither
can
I
.
"
"
You
can
accept
our
repentance
,
"
said
Lillian
,
in
a
voice
glassy
with
caution
.
"
I
have
nothing
to
gain
from
you
now
.
I
only
want
you
to
know
that
whatever
I
’
ve
done
,
I
’
ve
done
it
because
I
loved
you
.
"
He
turned
away
,
without
answering
.
"
Henry
!
"
cried
his
mother
.
"
What
’
s
happened
to
you
?
What
’
s
changed
you
like
that
?
You
don
’
t
seem
to
be
human
any
more
!
You
keep
pressing
us
for
answers
,
when
we
haven
’
t
any
answers
to
give
.
You
keep
beating
us
with
logic
—
what
’
s
logic
at
a
time
like
this
?
—
what
’
s
logic
when
people
are
suffering
?
"
