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Hank
Rearden
stood
at
a
window
in
a
dim
recess
at
the
end
of
the
drawing
room
.
He
hoped
no
one
would
notice
him
for
a
few
minutes
.
He
had
just
escaped
from
a
middle
-
aged
woman
who
had
been
telling
him
about
her
psychic
experiences
.
He
stood
,
looking
out
.
Far
in
the
distance
,
the
red
glow
of
Rearden
Steel
moved
in
the
sky
.
He
watched
it
for
a
moment
’
s
relief
.
He
turned
to
look
at
the
drawing
room
.
He
had
never
liked
his
house
;
it
had
been
Lillian
’
s
choice
.
But
tonight
,
the
shifting
colors
of
the
evening
dresses
drowned
out
the
appearance
of
the
room
and
gave
it
an
air
of
brilliant
gaiety
.
He
liked
to
see
people
being
gay
,
even
though
he
did
not
understand
this
particular
manner
of
enjoyment
.
He
looked
at
the
flowers
,
at
the
sparks
of
light
on
the
crystal
glasses
,
at
the
naked
arms
and
shoulders
of
women
.
There
was
a
cold
wind
outside
,
sweeping
empty
stretches
of
land
.
He
saw
the
thin
branches
of
a
tree
being
twisted
,
like
arms
waving
in
an
appeal
for
help
.
The
tree
stood
against
the
glow
of
the
mills
.
He
could
not
name
his
sudden
emotion
.
He
had
no
words
to
state
its
cause
,
its
quality
,
its
meaning
.
Some
part
of
it
was
joy
,
but
it
was
solemn
like
the
act
of
baring
one
’
s
head
—
he
did
not
know
to
whom
.
When
he
stepped
back
into
the
crowd
,
he
was
smiling
.
But
the
smile
vanished
abruptly
;
he
saw
the
entrance
of
a
new
guest
:
it
was
Dagny
Taggart
.
Lillian
moved
forward
to
meet
her
,
studying
her
with
curiosity
.
They
had
met
before
,
on
infrequent
occasions
,
and
she
found
it
strange
to
see
Dagny
Taggart
wearing
an
evening
gown
.
It
was
a
black
dress
with
a
bodice
that
fell
as
a
cape
over
one
arm
and
shoulder
,
leaving
the
other
bare
;
the
naked
shoulder
was
the
gown
’
s
only
ornament
.
Seeing
her
in
the
suits
she
wore
,
one
never
thought
of
Dagny
Taggart
’
s
body
.
The
black
dress
seemed
excessively
revealing
—
because
it
was
astonishing
to
discover
that
the
lines
of
her
shoulder
were
fragile
and
beautiful
,
and
that
the
diamond
band
on
the
wrist
of
her
naked
arm
gave
her
the
most
feminine
of
all
aspects
:
the
look
of
being
chained
.
"
Miss
Taggart
,
it
is
such
a
wonderful
surprise
to
see
you
here
,
"
said
Lillian
Rearden
,
the
muscles
of
her
face
performing
the
motions
of
a
smile
.
"
I
had
not
really
dared
to
hope
that
an
invitation
from
me
would
take
you
away
from
your
ever
so
much
weightier
concerns
.
Do
permit
me
to
feel
flattered
.
"
James
Taggart
had
entered
with
his
sister
.
Lillian
smiled
at
him
,
in
the
manner
of
a
hasty
postscript
,
as
if
noticing
him
for
the
first
time
.
"
Hello
,
James
.
That
’
s
your
penalty
for
being
popular
—
one
tends
to
lose
sight
of
you
in
the
surprise
of
seeing
your
sister
.
"
