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He
felt
the
clutching
of
the
boy
’
s
hand
;
it
conveyed
the
violent
eagerness
of
the
answer
;
the
voice
was
only
a
whisper
:
"
I
’
ll
try
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
"
Now
help
me
to
get
you
to
a
doctor
.
Just
relax
,
take
it
easy
and
let
me
lift
you
.
"
"
Yes
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
With
the
jerk
of
a
sudden
effort
,
the
boy
pulled
himself
up
to
lean
on
an
elbow
.
"
Take
it
easy
,
Tony
.
"
He
saw
a
sudden
flicker
in
the
boy
’
s
face
,
an
attempt
at
his
old
,
bright
,
impudent
grin
.
"
Not
‘
Non
-
Absolute
’
any
more
?
"
"
No
,
not
any
more
.
You
’
re
a
full
absolute
now
,
and
you
know
it
.
"
"
Yes
.
I
know
several
of
them
,
now
.
There
’
s
one
"
—
he
pointed
at
the
wound
in
his
chest
—
"
that
’
s
an
absolute
,
isn
’
t
it
?
And
"
—
he
went
on
speaking
while
Rearden
was
lifting
him
from
the
ground
by
imperceptible
seconds
and
inches
,
speaking
as
if
the
trembling
intensity
of
his
words
were
serving
as
an
anesthetic
against
the
pain
—
"
and
men
can
’
t
live
.
.
.
if
rotten
bastards
.
.
.
like
the
ones
in
Washington
.
.
.
get
away
with
things
like
.
.
.
like
the
one
they
’
re
doing
tonight
.
.
.
if
everything
becomes
a
stinking
fake
.
.
.
and
nothing
is
real
.
.
.
and
nobody
is
anybody
.
.
.
men
can
’
t
live
that
way
.
.
.
that
’
s
an
absolute
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
Tony
,
that
’
s
an
absolute
.
"
Rearden
rose
to
his
feet
by
a
long
,
cautious
effort
;
he
saw
the
tortured
spasm
of
the
boy
’
s
features
,
as
he
settled
him
slowly
against
his
chest
,
like
a
baby
held
tight
in
his
arms
—
but
the
spasm
twisted
into
another
echo
of
the
impudent
grin
,
and
the
boy
asked
,
"
Who
’
s
the
Wet
Nurse
now
?
"
