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"
Francisco
,
"
she
asked
,
when
she
brought
him
home
,
"
what
would
your
father
say
about
this
,
if
he
knew
?
"
"
My
father
would
ask
whether
I
was
good
at
the
job
or
not
.
That
’
s
all
he
’
d
want
to
know
.
"
"
Come
now
,
I
’
m
serious
.
"
Francisco
was
looking
at
her
politely
,
his
courteous
manner
suggesting
centuries
of
breeding
and
drawing
rooms
;
but
something
in
his
eyes
made
her
feel
uncertain
about
the
politeness
.
"
Last
winter
,
"
he
answered
,
"
I
shipped
out
as
cabin
boy
on
a
cargo
steamer
that
carried
d
‘
Anconia
copper
.
My
father
looked
for
me
for
three
months
,
but
that
’
s
all
he
asked
me
when
I
came
back
.
"
"
So
that
’
s
how
you
spend
your
winters
?
"
said
Jim
Taggart
.
Jim
’
s
smile
had
a
touch
of
triumph
,
the
triumph
of
finding
cause
to
feel
contempt
.
"
That
was
last
winter
,
"
Francisco
answered
pleasantly
,
with
no
change
in
the
innocent
,
casual
tone
of
his
voice
.
"
The
winter
before
last
I
spent
in
Madrid
,
at
the
home
of
the
Duke
of
Alba
.
"
"
Why
did
you
want
to
work
on
a
railroad
?
"
asked
Dagny
.
They
stood
looking
at
each
other
:
hers
was
a
glance
of
admiration
,
his
of
mockery
;
but
it
was
not
the
mockery
of
malice
—
it
was
the
laughter
of
a
salute
.
"
To
learn
what
it
’
s
like
,
Slug
,
"
he
answered
,
"
and
to
tell
you
that
I
’
ve
had
a
job
with
Taggart
Transcontinental
before
you
did
.
"
