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After
a
moment
’
s
silence
,
Rearden
asked
,
his
voice
low
with
a
sound
which
was
almost
a
threat
,
"
What
are
you
trying
to
do
?
"
"
I
am
calling
your
attention
to
the
nature
of
those
for
whom
you
are
working
.
"
"
It
would
take
a
man
who
’
s
never
done
an
honest
day
’
s
work
in
his
life
,
to
think
or
say
that
.
"
The
contempt
in
Rearden
’
s
voice
had
a
note
of
relief
;
he
had
been
disarmed
by
a
doubt
of
his
judgment
on
the
character
of
his
adversary
;
now
he
felt
certain
once
more
.
"
You
wouldn
’
t
understand
it
if
I
told
you
that
the
man
who
works
,
works
for
himself
,
even
if
he
does
carry
the
whole
wretched
bunch
of
you
along
.
Now
I
’
ll
guess
what
you
’
re
thinking
:
go
ahead
,
say
that
it
’
s
evil
,
that
I
’
m
selfish
,
conceited
,
heartless
,
cruel
.
I
am
.
I
don
’
t
want
any
part
of
that
tripe
about
working
for
others
.
I
’
m
not
.
"
For
the
first
time
,
he
saw
the
look
of
a
personal
reaction
in
Francisco
’
s
eyes
,
the
look
of
something
eager
and
young
.
"
The
only
thing
that
’
s
wrong
in
what
you
said
,
"
Francisco
answered
,
"
is
that
you
permit
anyone
to
call
it
evil
.
"
In
Rearden
’
s
pause
of
incredulous
silence
,
he
pointed
at
the
crowd
in
the
drawing
room
.
"
Why
are
you
willing
to
carry
them
?
"
"
Because
they
’
re
a
bunch
of
miserable
children
who
struggle
to
remain
alive
,
desperately
and
very
badly
,
while
I
—
I
don
’
t
even
notice
the
burden
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
tell
them
that
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
That
you
’
re
working
for
your
own
sake
,
not
theirs
.
"
