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"
Much
more
amusing
than
the
ruin
of
the
Mexican
planners
.
"
She
stood
up
.
She
had
called
him
corrupt
for
years
;
she
had
feared
it
,
she
had
thought
about
it
,
she
had
tried
to
forget
it
and
never
think
of
it
again
;
but
she
had
never
suspected
how
far
the
corruption
had
gone
.
She
was
not
looking
at
him
;
she
did
not
know
that
she
was
saying
it
aloud
,
quoting
his
words
of
the
past
:
"
.
.
.
who
’
ll
do
greater
honor
,
you
—
to
Nat
Taggart
,
or
I
—
to
Sebastián
d
‘
Anconia
.
.
.
"
"
But
didn
’
t
you
realize
that
I
named
those
mines
in
honor
of
my
great
ancestor
?
I
think
it
was
a
tribute
which
he
would
have
liked
.
"
It
took
her
a
moment
to
recover
her
eyesight
;
she
had
never
known
what
was
meant
by
blasphemy
or
what
one
felt
on
encountering
it
;
she
knew
it
now
.
He
had
risen
and
stood
courteously
,
smiling
down
at
her
;
it
was
a
cold
smile
,
impersonal
and
unrevealing
.
She
was
trembling
,
but
it
did
not
matter
.
She
did
not
care
what
he
saw
or
guessed
or
laughed
at
.
"
I
came
here
because
I
wanted
to
know
the
reason
for
what
you
’
ve
done
with
your
life
,
"
she
said
tonelessly
,
without
anger
.
"
I
have
told
you
the
reason
,
"
he
answered
gravely
,
"
but
you
don
’
t
want
to
believe
it
.
"
"
I
kept
seeing
you
as
you
were
.
I
couldn
’
t
forget
it
.
And
that
you
should
have
become
what
you
are
—
