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"
Is
this
an
order
?
"
"
No
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
It
’
s
not
an
order
!
"
Galt
remained
motionless
,
not
extending
his
hand
for
the
papers
.
"
These
are
just
plain
,
ordinary
people
,
Mr
.
Galt
,
"
said
Chick
Morrison
in
a
tone
intended
to
project
their
abject
humility
.
"
They
can
’
t
tell
you
what
to
do
.
They
wouldn
’
t
know
.
They
’
re
merely
begging
you
.
They
may
be
weak
,
helpless
,
blind
,
ignorant
.
But
you
,
who
are
so
intelligent
and
strong
,
can
’
t
you
take
pity
on
them
?
Can
’
t
you
help
them
?
"
"
By
dropping
my
intelligence
and
following
their
blindness
?
"
"
They
may
be
wrong
,
but
they
don
’
t
know
any
better
!
"
"
But
I
,
who
do
,
should
obey
them
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
argue
,
Mr
.
Galt
.
I
’
m
just
begging
for
your
pity
.
They
’
re
suffering
.
I
’
m
begging
you
to
pity
those
who
suffer
.
I
’
m
.
.
.
Mr
.
Galt
,
"
he
asked
,
noticing
that
Galt
was
looking
off
at
the
distance
beyond
the
window
and
that
his
eyes
were
suddenly
implacable
,
"
what
’
s
the
matter
?
What
are
you
thinking
of
?
"
"
Hank
Rearden
.
"
