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Rearden
smiled
.
"
What
word
,
Francisco
?
"
Francisco
inclined
his
head
in
acceptance
,
and
answered
,
"
Thank
you
,
Hank
.
"
Then
he
raised
his
head
.
"
Now
I
’
ll
tell
you
the
things
I
had
come
to
say
,
but
did
not
finish
,
that
night
when
I
came
here
for
the
first
time
.
I
think
you
’
re
ready
to
hear
it
.
"
"
I
am
.
"
The
glare
of
steel
being
poured
from
a
furnace
shot
to
the
sky
beyond
the
window
.
A
red
glow
went
sweeping
slowly
over
the
walls
of
the
office
,
over
the
empty
desk
,
over
Rearden
’
s
face
,
as
if
in
salute
and
farewell
.
The
doorbell
was
ringing
like
an
alarm
,
in
a
long
,
demanding
scream
,
broken
by
the
impatient
stabs
of
someone
’
s
frantic
finger
.
Leaping
out
of
bed
,
Dagny
noticed
the
cold
,
pale
sunlight
of
late
morning
and
a
clock
on
a
distant
spire
marking
the
hour
of
ten
.
She
had
worked
at
the
office
till
four
A
.
M
.
and
had
left
word
not
to
expect
her
till
noon
.
The
white
face
ungroomed
by
panic
,
that
confronted
her
when
she
threw
the
door
open
,
was
James
Taggart
.
"
He
’
s
gone
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Who
?
"
"
Hank
Rearden
!
He
’
s
gone
,
quit
,
vanished
,
disappeared
!
"
