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"
I
wanted
to
find
you
.
.
.
I
had
no
right
to
look
for
you
.
.
.
And
all
that
time
,
you
were
—
"
He
pointed
at
Francisco
’
s
clothes
,
then
his
hand
dropped
helplessly
and
he
closed
his
eyes
.
"
I
was
your
furnace
foreman
,
"
said
Francisco
,
grinning
.
"
I
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
mind
that
.
You
offered
me
the
job
yourself
.
"
"
You
’
ve
been
here
,
as
my
bodyguard
,
for
two
months
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
’
ve
been
here
,
ever
since
—
"
He
stopped
.
"
That
’
s
right
.
On
the
morning
of
the
day
when
you
were
reading
my
farewell
message
over
the
roofs
of
New
York
,
I
was
reporting
here
for
my
first
shift
as
your
furnace
foreman
.
"
"
Tell
me
,
"
said
Rearden
slowly
,
"
that
night
,
at
James
Taggart
’
s
wedding
,
when
you
said
that
you
were
after
your
greatest
conquest
.
.
.
you
meant
me
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
"
Of
course
"
Francisco
drew
himself
up
a
little
,
as
if
for
a
solemn
task
,
his
face
earnest
,
the
smile
remaining
only
in
his
eyes
.
"
I
have
a
great
deal
to
tell
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
But
first
,
will
you
repeat
a
word
you
once
offered
me
and
I
.
.
.
I
had
to
reject
,
because
I
knew
that
I
was
not
free
to
accept
it
?
"
