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He
stopped
short
.
In
the
lighted
doorway
,
the
length
of
the
room
between
them
,
he
saw
the
tall
,
arrogant
figure
of
a
man
who
had
paused
for
a
moment
before
entering
.
He
had
never
met
the
man
,
but
of
all
the
notorious
faces
that
cluttered
the
pages
of
newspapers
,
this
was
the
one
he
despised
.
It
was
Francisco
d
‘
Anconia
.
Rearden
had
never
given
much
thought
to
men
like
Bertram
Scudder
.
But
with
every
hour
of
his
life
,
with
the
strain
and
the
pride
of
every
moment
when
his
muscles
or
his
mind
had
ached
from
effort
,
with
every
step
he
had
taken
to
rise
out
of
the
mines
of
Minnesota
and
to
turn
his
effort
into
gold
,
with
all
of
his
profound
respect
for
money
and
for
its
meaning
,
he
despised
the
squanderer
who
did
not
know
how
to
deserve
the
great
gift
of
inherited
wealth
.
There
,
he
thought
,
was
the
most
contemptible
representative
of
the
species
.
He
saw
Francisco
d
‘
Anconia
enter
,
bow
to
Lillian
,
then
walk
into
the
crowd
as
if
he
owned
the
room
which
he
had
never
entered
before
.
Heads
turned
to
watch
him
,
as
if
he
pulled
them
on
strings
in
his
wake
.
Approaching
Lillian
once
more
,
Rearden
said
without
anger
,
the
contempt
becoming
amusement
in
his
voice
,
"
I
didn
’
t
know
you
knew
that
one
.
"
"
I
’
ve
met
him
at
a
few
parties
.
"
"
Is
he
one
of
your
friends
,
too
?
"
"
Certainly
not
!
"
The
sharp
resentment
was
genuine
.
"
Then
why
did
you
invite
him
?
"
"
Well
,
you
can
’
t
give
a
party
—
not
a
party
that
counts
—
while
he
’
s
in
this
country
,
without
inviting
him
.
It
’
s
a
nuisance
if
he
comes
,
and
a
social
black
mark
if
he
doesn
’
t
.
"
