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She
clasped
the
metal
bracelet
on
her
wrist
.
She
liked
the
feel
of
its
weight
against
her
skin
.
Inexplicably
,
she
felt
a
touch
of
feminine
vanity
,
the
kind
she
had
never
experienced
before
:
the
desire
to
be
seen
wearing
this
particular
ornament
.
From
a
distance
,
she
heard
snatches
of
indignant
voices
:
"
The
most
offensive
gesture
I
’
ve
ever
seen
.
.
.
.
It
was
vicious
.
.
.
.
I
’
m
glad
Lillian
took
her
up
on
it
.
.
.
.
Serves
her
right
,
if
she
feels
like
throwing
a
few
thousand
dollars
away
.
.
.
.
"
For
the
rest
of
the
evening
,
Rearden
remained
by
the
side
of
his
wife
.
He
shared
her
conversations
,
he
laughed
with
her
friends
,
he
was
suddenly
the
devoted
,
attentive
,
admiring
husband
.
He
was
crossing
the
room
,
carrying
a
tray
with
drinks
requested
by
someone
in
Lillian
’
s
group
—
an
unbecoming
act
of
informality
which
nobody
had
ever
seen
him
perform
—
when
Dagny
approached
him
.
She
stopped
and
looked
up
at
him
,
as
if
they
were
alone
in
his
office
.
She
stood
like
an
executive
,
her
head
lifted
.
He
looked
down
at
her
.
In
the
line
of
his
glance
,
from
the
fingertips
of
her
one
hand
to
her
face
,
her
body
was
naked
but
for
his
metal
bracelet
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
Hank
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
I
had
to
do
it
.
"
His
eyes
remained
expressionless
.
Yet
she
was
suddenly
certain
that
she
knew
what
he
felt
:
he
wanted
to
slap
her
face
.
"
It
was
not
necessary
,
"
he
answered
coldly
,
and
walked
on
.
It
was
very
late
when
Rearden
entered
his
wife
’
s
bedroom
.
She
was
still
awake
.
A
lamp
burned
on
her
bedside
table
.
She
lay
in
bed
,
propped
up
on
pillows
of
pale
green
linen
.
Her
bed
-
jacket
was
pale
green
satin
,
worn
with
the
untouched
perfection
of
a
window
model
;
its
lustrous
folds
looked
as
if
the
crinkle
of
tissue
paper
still
lingered
among
them
.
The
light
,
shaded
to
a
tone
of
apple
blossoms
,
fell
on
a
table
that
held
a
book
,
a
glass
of
fruit
juice
,
and
toilet
accessories
of
silver
glittering
like
instruments
in
a
surgeon
’
s
case
.
Her
arms
had
a
tinge
of
porcelain
.
There
was
a
touch
of
pale
pink
lipstick
on
her
mouth
.
She
showed
no
sign
of
exhaustion
after
the
party
—
no
sign
of
life
to
be
exhausted
.
The
place
was
a
decorator
’
s
display
of
a
lady
groomed
for
sleep
,
not
to
be
disturbed
.
