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He
sat
on
the
edge
of
his
desk
,
his
manner
gaily
informal
.
He
was
not
tall
,
and
his
slenderness
gave
him
an
air
of
youthful
energy
,
almost
of
boyish
zest
.
His
thin
face
was
ageless
;
it
was
a
homely
face
,
but
the
great
forehead
and
the
large
gray
eyes
held
such
an
arresting
intelligence
that
one
could
notice
nothing
else
.
There
were
wrinkles
of
humor
in
the
corners
of
the
eyes
,
and
faint
lines
of
bitterness
in
the
corners
of
the
mouth
.
He
did
not
look
like
a
man
in
his
early
fifties
;
the
slightly
graying
hair
was
his
only
sign
of
age
.
"
Tell
me
more
about
yourself
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
always
meant
to
ask
you
what
you
’
re
doing
in
such
an
unlikely
career
as
heavy
industry
and
how
you
can
stand
those
people
.
"
"
I
cannot
take
too
much
of
your
time
,
Dr
.
Stadler
.
"
She
spoke
with
polite
,
impersonal
precision
.
"
And
the
matter
I
came
to
discuss
is
extremely
important
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
There
’
s
a
sign
of
the
businessman
—
wanting
to
come
to
the
point
at
once
.
Well
,
by
all
means
.
But
don
’
t
worry
about
my
time
—
it
’
s
yours
.
Now
,
what
was
it
you
said
you
wanted
to
discuss
?
Oh
yes
.
Rearden
Metal
.
Not
exactly
one
of
the
subjects
on
which
I
’
m
best
informed
,
but
if
there
’
s
anything
I
can
do
for
you
—
"
His
hand
moved
in
a
gesture
of
invitation
.
"
Do
you
know
the
statement
issued
by
this
Institute
in
regard
to
Rearden
Metal
?
"
He
frowned
slightly
.
"
Yes
,
I
’
ve
heard
about
it
.
"
"
Have
you
read
it
?
"
"
No
.
"
