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"
That
’
s
not
like
you
.
"
"
No
?
"
He
stretched
himself
full
-
length
on
the
carpet
,
lazily
,
relaxing
.
"
Did
you
intend
me
to
notice
that
if
you
think
I
did
it
on
purpose
,
then
you
still
give
me
credit
for
having
a
purpose
?
You
’
re
still
unable
to
accept
me
as
a
bum
?
"
She
closed
her
eyes
.
She
heard
him
laughing
;
it
was
the
gayest
sound
in
the
world
.
She
opened
her
eyes
hastily
;
but
there
was
no
hint
of
cruelty
in
his
face
,
only
pure
laughter
.
"
My
motive
,
Dagny
?
You
don
’
t
think
that
it
’
s
the
simplest
one
of
all
—
the
spur
of
the
moment
?
"
No
,
she
thought
,
no
,
that
’
s
not
true
;
not
if
he
laughed
like
that
,
not
if
he
looked
as
he
did
.
The
capacity
for
unclouded
enjoyment
,
she
thought
,
does
not
belong
to
irresponsible
fools
;
an
inviolate
peace
of
spirit
is
not
the
achievement
of
a
drifter
;
to
be
able
to
laugh
like
that
is
the
end
result
of
the
most
profound
,
most
solemn
thinking
.
Almost
dispassionately
,
looking
at
his
figure
stretched
on
the
carpet
at
her
feet
,
she
observed
what
memory
it
brought
back
to
her
:
the
black
pajamas
stressed
the
long
lines
of
his
body
,
the
open
collar
showed
a
smooth
,
young
,
sunburned
skin
—
and
she
thought
of
the
figure
in
black
slacks
and
shirt
stretched
beside
her
on
the
grass
at
sunrise
.
She
had
felt
pride
then
,
the
pride
of
knowing
that
she
owned
his
body
;
she
still
felt
it
.
She
remembered
suddenly
,
specifically
,
the
excessive
acts
of
their
intimacy
;
the
memory
should
have
been
offensive
to
her
now
,
but
wasn
’
t
.
It
was
still
pride
,
without
regret
or
hope
,
an
emotion
that
had
no
power
to
reach
her
and
that
she
had
no
power
to
destroy
.
Unaccountably
,
by
an
association
of
feeling
that
astonished
her
,
she
remembered
what
had
conveyed
to
her
recently
the
same
sense
of
consummate
joy
as
his
.
"
Francisco
,
"
she
heard
herself
saying
softly
,
"
we
both
loved
the
music
of
Richard
Halley
.
.
.
.
"
"
I
still
love
it
.
"
