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"
Unless
you
mean
—
in
order
to
gain
my
confidence
?
"
"
No
.
I
don
’
t
like
people
who
speak
or
think
in
terms
of
gaining
anybody
’
s
confidence
.
If
one
’
s
actions
are
honest
,
one
does
not
need
the
predated
confidence
of
others
,
only
their
rational
perception
.
The
person
who
craves
a
moral
blank
check
of
that
kind
,
has
dishonest
intentions
,
whether
he
admits
it
to
himself
or
not
.
"
Rearden
’
s
startled
glance
at
him
was
like
the
involuntary
thrust
of
a
hand
grasping
for
support
in
a
desperate
need
.
The
glance
betrayed
how
much
he
wanted
to
find
the
sort
of
man
he
thought
he
was
seeing
.
Then
Rearden
lowered
his
eyes
,
almost
closing
them
,
slowly
,
shutting
out
the
vision
and
the
need
.
His
face
was
hard
;
it
had
an
expression
of
severity
,
an
inner
severity
directed
at
himself
;
it
looked
austere
and
lonely
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
tonelessly
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
if
it
’
s
not
my
confidence
?
"
"
I
want
to
learn
to
understand
you
.
"
"
What
for
?
"
"
For
a
reason
of
my
own
which
need
not
concern
you
at
present
.
"
"
What
do
you
want
to
understand
about
me
?
"
Francisco
looked
silently
out
at
the
darkness
.
The
fire
of
the
mills
was
dying
down
.
There
was
only
a
faint
tinge
of
red
left
on
the
edge
of
the
earth
,
just
enough
to
outline
the
scraps
of
clouds
ripped
by
the
tortured
battle
of
the
storm
in
the
sky
.
Dim
shapes
kept
sweeping
through
space
and
vanishing
,
shapes
which
were
branches
,
but
looked
as
if
they
were
the
fury
of
the
wind
made
visible
.
"
It
’
s
a
terrible
night
for
any
animal
caught
unprotected
on
that
plain
,
"
said
Francisco
d
‘
Anconia
.
