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She
laughed
at
him
once
,
boasting
that
she
was
an
old
employee
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
,
while
he
had
not
started
to
work
for
a
living
.
He
said
,
"
My
father
refuses
to
let
me
work
for
d
‘
Anconia
Copper
until
I
graduate
.
"
"
When
did
you
learn
to
be
obedient
?
"
"
I
must
respect
his
wishes
.
He
is
the
owner
of
d
’
Anconia
Copper
.
.
.
.
He
is
not
,
however
,
the
owner
of
all
the
copper
companies
in
the
world
.
"
There
was
a
hint
of
secret
amusement
in
his
smile
.
She
did
not
learn
the
story
until
the
next
fall
,
when
he
had
graduated
and
returned
to
New
York
after
a
visit
to
his
father
in
Buenos
Aires
.
Then
he
told
her
that
he
had
taken
two
courses
of
education
during
the
last
four
years
:
one
at
the
Patrick
Henry
University
,
the
other
in
a
copper
foundry
on
the
outskirts
of
Cleveland
.
"
I
like
to
learn
things
for
myself
,
"
he
said
.
He
had
started
working
at
the
foundry
as
furnace
boy
,
when
he
was
sixteen
—
and
now
,
at
twenty
,
he
owned
it
.
He
acquired
his
first
title
of
property
,
with
the
aid
of
some
inaccuracy
about
his
age
,
on
the
day
when
he
received
his
university
diploma
,
and
he
sent
them
both
to
his
father
.
He
showed
her
a
photograph
of
the
foundry
.
It
was
a
small
,
grimy
place
,
disreputable
with
age
,
battered
by
years
of
a
losing
struggle
;
above
its
entrance
gate
,
like
a
new
flag
on
the
mast
of
a
derelict
,
hung
the
sign
:
d
‘
Anconia
Copper
.
The
public
relations
man
of
his
father
’
s
office
in
New
York
had
moaned
,
outraged
,
"
But
,
Don
Francisco
,
you
can
’
t
do
that
!
What
will
the
public
think
?
That
name
on
a
dump
of
this
kind
?
"
"
It
’
s
my
name
,
"
Francisco
had
answered
.
When
he
entered
his
father
’
s
office
in
Buenos
Aires
,
a
large
room
,
severe
and
modern
as
a
laboratory
,
with
photographs
of
the
properties
of
d
‘
Anconia
Copper
as
sole
ornament
on
its
walls
—
photographs
of
the
greatest
mines
,
ore
docks
and
foundries
in
the
world
—
he
saw
,
in
the
place
of
honor
,
facing
his
father
’
s
desk
,
a
photograph
of
the
Cleveland
foundry
with
the
new
sign
above
its
gate
.
His
father
’
s
eyes
moved
from
the
photograph
to
Francisco
’
s
face
as
he
stood
in
front
of
the
desk
.
"
Isn
’
t
it
a
little
too
soon
?
"
his
father
asked
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
have
stood
four
years
of
nothing
but
lectures
.
"
"
Where
did
you
get
the
money
for
your
first
payment
on
that
property
?
"
