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"
You
’
re
the
only
one
who
can
!
He
’
s
your
lover
,
isn
’
t
he
?
.
.
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
look
like
that
!
It
’
s
no
time
for
squeamishness
!
It
’
s
no
time
for
anything
except
that
we
’
ve
got
to
have
him
!
You
must
know
where
he
is
!
You
can
find
him
!
You
must
reach
him
and
bring
him
back
!
"
The
way
she
now
looked
at
him
was
worse
than
her
smile
—
she
looked
as
if
she
were
seeing
him
naked
and
would
not
endure
the
sight
much
longer
.
"
I
can
’
t
bring
him
back
,
"
she
said
,
not
raising
her
voice
.
"
And
I
wouldn
’
t
,
if
I
could
.
Now
get
out
of
here
.
"
"
But
the
national
catastrophe
—
"
"
Get
out
.
"
She
did
not
notice
his
exit
.
She
stood
alone
in
the
middle
of
her
living
room
,
her
head
dropping
,
her
shoulders
sagging
,
while
she
was
smiling
,
a
smile
of
pain
,
of
tenderness
,
of
greeting
to
Hank
Rearden
.
She
wondered
dimly
why
she
should
feel
so
glad
that
he
had
found
liberation
,
so
certain
that
he
was
right
,
and
yet
refuse
herself
the
same
deliverance
.
Two
sentences
were
beating
in
her
mind
;
one
was
the
triumphant
sweep
of
:
He
’
s
free
,
he
’
s
out
of
their
reach
!
—
the
other
was
like
a
prayer
of
dedication
:
There
’
s
still
a
chance
to
win
,
but
let
me
be
the
only
victim
.
.
.
It
was
strange
—
she
thought
,
in
the
days
that
followed
,
looking
at
the
men
around
her
—
that
catastrophe
had
made
them
aware
of
Hank
Rearden
with
an
intensity
that
his
achievements
had
not
aroused
,
as
if
the
paths
of
their
consciousness
were
open
to
disaster
,
but
not
to
value
.
Some
spoke
of
him
in
shrill
curses
—
others
whispered
,
with
a
look
of
guilt
and
terror
,
as
if
a
nameless
retribution
were
now
to
descend
upon
them
—
some
tried
,
with
hysterical
evasiveness
,
to
act
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
The
newspapers
,
like
puppets
on
tangled
strings
,
were
shouting
with
the
same
belligerence
and
on
the
same
dates
:
"
It
is
social
treason
to
ascribe
too
much
importance
to
Hank
Rearden
’
s
desertion
and
to
undermine
public
morale
by
the
old
-
fashioned
belief
that
an
individual
can
be
of
any
significance
to
society
.
"
"
It
is
social
treason
to
spread
rumors
about
the
disappearance
of
Hank
Rearden
.
Mr
.
Rearden
has
not
disappeared
,
he
is
in
his
office
,
running
his
mills
,
as
usual
,
and
there
has
been
no
trouble
at
Rearden
Steel
,
except
a
minor
disturbance
,
a
private
scuffle
among
some
workers
.
"
"
It
is
social
treason
to
cast
an
unpatriotic
light
upon
the
tragic
loss
of
Hank
Rearden
.
Mr
.
Rearden
has
not
deserted
,
he
was
killed
in
an
automobile
accident
on
his
way
to
work
,
and
his
grief
-
stricken
family
has
insisted
on
a
private
funeral
.
"
