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There
,
across
the
room
,
stood
a
table
with
a
telephone
,
the
same
table
,
most
likely
,
and
the
same
instrument
—
and
suddenly
Rearden
felt
as
if
he
were
seeing
the
convulsed
figure
of
a
man
bent
over
that
telephone
,
a
man
who
had
then
known
what
he
,
Rearden
,
was
now
beginning
to
learn
,
a
man
fighting
to
refuse
him
the
same
request
which
he
was
now
refusing
to
the
present
tenants
of
this
room
—
he
saw
the
finish
of
that
fight
,
a
man
’
s
tortured
face
lifted
to
confront
him
and
a
desperate
voice
saying
steadily
:
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
I
swear
to
you
.
.
.
by
the
woman
I
love
.
.
.
that
I
am
your
friend
.
"
This
was
the
act
he
had
then
called
treason
,
and
this
was
the
man
he
had
rejected
in
order
to
go
on
serving
the
men
confronting
him
now
.
Who
,
then
,
had
been
the
traitor
?
—
he
thought
;
he
thought
it
almost
without
feeling
,
without
right
to
feel
,
conscious
of
nothing
but
a
solemnly
reverent
clarity
.
Who
had
chosen
to
give
its
present
tenants
the
means
to
acquire
this
room
?
Whom
had
he
sacrificed
and
to
whose
profit
?
"
Mr
.
Rearden
!
"
moaned
Lawson
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
He
turned
his
head
,
saw
Lawson
’
s
eyes
watching
him
fearfully
and
guessed
what
look
Lawson
had
caught
in
his
face
.
"
We
don
’
t
want
to
seize
your
mills
!
"
cried
Mouch
.
"
We
don
’
t
want
to
deprive
you
of
your
property
!
"
cried
Dr
.
Ferris
.
"
You
don
’
t
understand
us
!
"
"
I
’
m
beginning
to
.
"
