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Yet
his
eyes
looked
at
her
attentively
;
they
seemed
to
see
more
than
she
could
suspect
;
they
made
her
think
of
one
-
way
glass
:
they
let
all
light
rays
in
,
but
none
out
.
"
Francisco
,
I
asked
you
to
come
here
,
because
I
wanted
you
to
see
me
in
my
office
.
You
’
ve
never
seen
it
.
It
would
have
meant
something
to
you
,
once
.
"
His
eyes
moved
slowly
to
look
at
the
office
.
Its
walls
were
bare
,
except
for
three
things
:
a
map
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
—
the
original
drawing
of
Nat
Taggart
,
that
had
served
as
model
for
his
statue
—
and
a
large
railroad
calendar
,
in
cheerfully
crude
colors
,
the
kind
that
was
distributed
each
year
,
with
a
change
of
its
picture
,
to
every
station
along
the
Taggart
track
,
the
kind
that
had
hung
once
in
her
first
work
place
at
Rockdale
.
He
got
up
.
He
said
quietly
,
"
Dagny
,
for
your
own
sake
,
and
"
—
it
was
a
barely
perceptible
hesitation
—
"
and
in
the
name
of
any
pity
you
might
feel
for
me
,
don
’
t
request
what
you
’
re
going
to
request
.
Don
’
t
.
Let
me
go
now
.
"
This
was
not
like
him
and
like
nothing
she
could
ever
have
expected
to
hear
from
him
.
After
a
moment
,
she
asked
,
"
Why
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
answer
you
.
I
can
’
t
answer
any
questions
.
That
is
one
of
the
reasons
why
it
’
s
best
not
to
discuss
it
.
"
"
You
know
what
I
am
going
to
request
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
way
she
looked
at
him
was
such
an
eloquent
,
desperate
question
,
that
he
had
to
add
,
"
I
know
that
I
am
going
to
refuse
.
"
"
Why
?
"
