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In
time
with
his
question
,
Rearden
realized
that
it
was
not
his
thoughts
this
man
had
named
,
but
his
most
hidden
,
most
personal
emotion
;
and
that
he
,
who
would
never
confess
his
emotions
to
anyone
,
had
confessed
it
in
his
question
.
He
saw
the
faintest
flicker
in
Francisco
’
s
eyes
,
as
of
a
smile
or
a
check
mark
.
"
What
would
you
know
about
a
pride
of
that
kind
?
"
Rearden
asked
sharply
,
as
if
the
contempt
of
the
second
question
could
erase
the
confidence
of
the
first
.
"
That
is
what
I
felt
once
,
when
I
was
young
.
"
Rearden
looked
at
him
.
There
was
neither
mockery
nor
self
-
pity
in
Francisco
’
s
face
;
the
fine
,
sculptured
planes
and
the
clear
,
blue
eyes
held
a
quiet
composure
,
the
face
was
open
,
offered
to
any
blow
,
unflinching
.
"
Why
do
you
want
to
talk
about
it
?
"
Rearden
asked
,
prompted
by
a
moment
’
s
reluctant
compassion
.
"
Let
us
say
—
by
way
of
gratitude
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
"
Gratitude
to
me
?
"
"
If
you
will
accept
it
.
"
Rearden
’
s
voice
hardened
.
"
I
haven
’
t
asked
for
gratitude
.
I
don
’
t
need
it
.
"
"
I
have
not
said
you
needed
it
.
But
of
all
those
whom
you
are
saving
from
the
storm
tonight
,
I
am
the
only
one
who
will
offer
it
.
"
