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"
I
never
have
.
"
In
a
moment
,
her
voice
came
back
,
low
and
droning
:
"
We
’
re
not
as
smart
as
you
are
,
not
as
strong
.
If
we
’
ve
sinned
and
blundered
,
it
’
s
because
we
’
re
helpless
.
We
need
you
,
you
’
re
all
we
’
ve
got
—
and
we
’
re
losing
you
—
and
we
’
re
afraid
.
These
are
terrible
times
,
and
getting
worse
,
people
are
scared
to
death
,
scared
and
blind
and
not
knowing
what
to
do
.
How
are
we
to
cope
with
it
,
if
you
leave
us
?
We
’
re
small
and
weak
and
we
’
ll
be
swept
like
driftwood
in
that
terror
that
’
s
running
loose
in
the
world
.
Maybe
we
had
our
share
of
guilt
for
it
,
maybe
we
helped
to
bring
it
about
,
not
knowing
any
better
,
but
what
’
s
done
is
done
—
and
we
can
’
t
stop
it
now
.
If
you
abandon
us
,
we
’
re
lost
.
If
you
give
up
and
vanish
,
like
all
those
men
who
—
"
It
was
not
a
sound
that
stopped
her
,
it
was
only
a
movement
of
his
eyebrows
,
the
brief
,
swift
movement
of
a
check
mark
.
Then
they
saw
him
smile
;
the
nature
of
the
smile
was
the
most
terrifying
of
answers
.
"
So
that
’
s
what
you
’
re
afraid
of
,
"
he
said
slowly
.
"
You
can
’
t
quit
!
"
his
mother
screamed
in
blind
panic
.
"
You
can
’
t
quit
now
!
You
could
have
,
last
year
,
but
not
now
!
Not
today
!
You
can
’
t
turn
deserter
,
because
now
they
take
it
out
on
your
family
!
They
’
ll
leave
us
penniless
,
they
’
ll
seize
everything
,
they
’
ll
leave
us
to
starve
,
they
’
ll
—
"
"
Keep
still
!
"
cried
Lillian
,
more
adept
than
the
others
at
reading
danger
signs
in
Rearden
’
s
face
.
His
face
held
the
remnant
of
a
smile
,
and
they
knew
that
he
was
not
seeing
them
any
longer
,
but
it
was
not
in
their
power
to
know
why
his
smile
now
seemed
to
hold
pain
and
an
almost
wistful
longing
,
or
why
he
was
looking
across
the
room
,
at
the
niche
of
the
farthest
window
.
He
was
seeing
a
finely
sculptured
face
held
composed
under
the
lashing
of
his
insults
,
he
was
hearing
a
voice
that
had
said
to
him
quietly
,
here
,
in
this
room
:
"
It
is
against
the
sin
of
forgiveness
that
I
wanted
to
warn
you
.
"
You
who
had
known
it
then
,
he
thought
.
.
.
but
he
did
not
finish
the
sentence
in
his
mind
,
he
let
it
end
in
the
bitter
twist
of
his
smile
,
because
he
knew
what
he
had
been
about
to
think
:
You
who
had
known
it
then
—
forgive
me
.
There
it
was
—
he
thought
,
looking
at
his
family
—
the
nature
of
their
pleas
for
mercy
,
the
logic
of
those
feelings
they
so
righteously
proclaimed
as
non
-
logical
—
there
was
the
simple
,
brutal
essence
of
all
men
who
speak
of
being
able
to
feel
without
thought
and
of
placing
mercy
over
justice
.
