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She
shook
her
head
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
offer
you
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
is
of
value
to
you
any
longer
.
Don
’
t
you
see
that
even
a
beggar
has
to
give
value
in
return
,
has
to
offer
some
reason
why
you
might
want
to
help
him
?
.
.
.
Well
,
I
thought
.
.
.
at
one
time
,
it
meant
a
great
deal
to
you
—
success
.
Industrial
success
.
Remember
how
we
used
to
talk
about
it
?
You
were
very
severe
.
You
expected
a
lot
from
me
.
You
told
me
I
’
d
better
live
up
to
it
.
I
have
.
You
wondered
how
far
I
’
d
rise
with
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
"
She
moved
her
hand
,
pointing
at
the
office
.
"
This
is
how
far
I
’
ve
risen
.
.
.
So
I
thought
.
.
.
if
the
memory
of
what
had
been
your
values
still
has
some
meaning
for
you
,
if
only
as
amusement
,
or
a
moment
’
s
sadness
,
or
just
like
.
.
.
like
putting
flowers
on
a
grave
.
.
.
you
might
want
to
give
me
the
money
.
.
.
in
the
name
of
that
.
"
"
No
.
"
She
said
,
with
effort
,
"
That
money
would
mean
nothing
to
you
—
you
’
ve
wasted
that
much
on
senseless
parties
—
you
’
ve
wasted
much
more
on
the
San
Sebastian
Mines
—
"
He
glanced
up
.
He
looked
straight
at
her
and
she
saw
the
first
spark
of
a
living
response
in
his
eyes
,
a
look
that
was
bright
,
pitiless
and
,
incredibly
,
proud
:
as
if
this
were
an
accusation
that
gave
him
strength
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
she
said
slowly
,
as
if
answering
his
thought
,
"
I
realize
that
.
I
’
ve
damned
you
for
those
mines
,
I
’
ve
denounced
you
,
I
’
ve
thrown
my
contempt
at
you
in
every
way
possible
,
and
now
I
come
back
to
you
—
for
money
.
Like
Jim
,
like
any
moocher
you
’
ve
ever
met
.
I
know
it
’
s
a
triumph
for
you
,
I
know
that
you
can
laugh
at
me
and
despise
me
with
full
justice
.
Well
—
perhaps
I
can
offer
you
that
.
If
it
’
s
amusement
that
you
want
,
if
you
enjoyed
seeing
Jim
and
the
Mexican
planners
crawl
—
wouldn
’
t
it
amuse
you
to
break
me
?
Wouldn
’
t
it
give
you
pleasure
?
Don
’
t
you
want
to
hear
me
acknowledge
that
I
’
m
beaten
by
you
?
Don
’
t
you
want
to
see
me
crawling
before
you
?
Tell
me
what
form
of
it
you
’
d
like
and
I
’
ll
submit
.
"
He
moved
so
swiftly
that
she
could
not
notice
how
he
started
;
it
only
seemed
to
her
that
his
first
movement
was
a
shudder
.
He
came
around
the
desk
,
he
took
her
hand
and
raised
it
to
his
lips
.
It
began
as
a
gesture
of
the
gravest
respect
,
as
if
its
purpose
were
to
give
her
strength
;
but
as
he
held
his
lips
,
then
his
face
,
pressed
to
her
hand
,
she
knew
that
he
was
seeking
strength
from
it
himself
.
He
dropped
her
hand
,
he
looked
down
at
her
face
,
at
the
frightened
stillness
of
her
eyes
,
he
smiled
,
not
trying
to
hide
that
his
smile
held
suffering
,
anger
and
tenderness
.
"
Dagny
,
you
want
to
crawl
?
You
don
’
t
know
what
the
word
means
and
never
will
.
One
doesn
’
t
crawl
by
acknowledging
it
as
honestly
as
that
.
Don
’
t
you
suppose
I
know
that
your
begging
me
was
the
bravest
thing
you
could
do
?
But
.
.
.
Don
’
t
ask
me
,
Dagny
.
"
