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"
Why
should
you
want
to
speak
to
me
on
such
a
subject
?
"
"
In
the
hope
that
you
will
remember
it
.
"
What
he
felt
,
thought
Rearden
,
was
anger
at
the
incomprehensible
fact
that
he
had
allowed
himself
to
enjoy
this
conversation
.
He
felt
a
dim
sense
of
betrayal
,
the
hint
of
an
unknown
danger
.
"
Do
you
expect
me
to
forget
what
you
are
?
"
he
asked
,
knowing
that
this
was
what
he
had
forgotten
.
"
I
do
not
expect
you
to
think
of
me
at
all
.
"
Under
his
anger
,
the
emotion
which
Rearden
would
not
acknowledge
remained
unstated
and
unthought
;
he
knew
it
only
as
a
hint
of
pain
.
Had
he
faced
it
,
he
would
have
known
that
he
still
heard
Francisco
’
s
voice
saying
,
"
I
am
the
only
one
who
will
offer
it
.
.
.
if
you
will
accept
it
.
.
.
.
"
He
heard
the
words
and
the
strangely
solemn
inflection
of
the
quiet
voice
and
an
inexplicable
answer
of
his
own
,
something
within
him
that
wanted
to
cry
yes
,
to
accept
,
to
tell
this
man
that
he
accepted
,
that
he
needed
it
—
though
there
was
no
name
for
what
he
needed
,
it
was
not
gratitude
,
and
he
knew
that
it
was
not
gratitude
this
man
had
meant
.
Aloud
,
he
said
,
"
I
didn
’
t
seek
to
talk
to
you
.
But
you
’
ve
asked
for
it
and
you
’
re
going
to
hear
it
.
To
me
,
there
’
s
only
one
form
of
human
depravity
—
the
man
without
a
purpose
.
"
"
That
is
true
.
"
"
I
can
forgive
all
those
others
,
they
’
re
not
vicious
,
they
’
re
merely
helpless
.
But
you
—
you
’
re
the
kind
who
can
’
t
be
forgiven
.
"
"
It
is
against
the
sin
of
forgiveness
that
I
wanted
to
warn
you
.
"
"
You
had
the
greatest
chance
in
life
.
