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He
was
looking
at
her
like
a
child
at
an
unfamiliar
nightmare
,
incredulity
preventing
it
from
becoming
horror
.
"
Mother
,
"
he
said
slowly
,
"
you
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
saying
.
I
’
m
not
able
ever
to
despise
you
enough
to
believe
that
you
mean
it
"
The
look
on
her
face
astonished
him
more
than
all
the
rest
:
it
was
a
look
of
defeat
and
yet
of
an
odd
,
sly
,
cynical
cunning
,
as
if
,
for
a
moment
,
she
held
some
worldly
wisdom
that
mocked
his
innocence
.
The
memory
of
that
look
remained
in
his
mind
,
like
a
warning
signal
telling
him
that
he
had
glimpsed
an
issue
which
he
had
to
understand
.
But
he
could
not
grapple
with
it
,
he
could
not
force
his
mind
to
accept
it
as
worthy
of
thought
,
he
could
find
no
clue
except
his
dim
uneasiness
and
his
revulsion
—
and
he
had
no
time
to
give
it
,
he
could
not
think
of
it
now
,
he
was
facing
his
next
caller
seated
in
front
of
his
desk
—
he
was
listening
to
a
man
who
pleaded
for
his
life
.
The
man
did
not
state
it
in
such
terms
,
but
Rearden
knew
that
that
was
the
essence
of
the
case
.
What
the
man
put
into
words
was
only
a
a
for
five
hundred
tons
of
steel
.
He
was
Mr
.
Ward
,
of
the
Ward
Harvester
Company
of
Minnesota
.
It
was
an
unpretentious
company
with
an
unblemished
reputation
,
the
kind
of
business
concern
that
seldom
grows
large
,
but
never
fails
.
Mr
.
Ward
represented
the
fourth
generation
of
a
family
that
had
owned
the
plant
and
had
given
it
the
conscientious
best
of
such
ability
as
they
possessed
.
He
was
a
man
in
his
fifties
,
with
a
square
,
stolid
face
.
Looking
at
him
,
one
knew
that
he
would
consider
it
as
indecent
to
let
his
face
show
suffering
as
to
remove
his
clothes
in
public
.
He
spoke
in
a
dry
,
businesslike
manner
.
He
explained
that
he
had
always
dealt
,
as
his
father
had
,
with
one
of
the
small
steel
companies
now
taken
over
by
Orren
Boyle
’
s
Associated
Steel
.
He
had
waited
for
his
last
order
of
steel
for
a
year
.
He
had
spent
the
last
month
struggling
to
obtain
a
personal
interview
with
Rearden
.
"
I
know
that
your
mills
are
running
at
capacity
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
know
that
you
are
not
in
a
position
to
take
care
of
new
orders
,
what
with
your
biggest
,
oldest
customers
having
to
wait
their
turn
,
you
being
the
only
decent
—
I
mean
,
reliable
—
steel
manufacturer
left
in
the
country
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
reason
to
offer
you
as
to
why
you
should
want
to
make
an
exception
in
my
case
.
But
there
was
nothing
else
for
me
to
do
,
except
close
the
doors
of
my
plant
for
good
,
and
I
"
—
there
was
a
slight
break
in
his
voice
—
"
I
can
’
t
quite
see
my
way
to
closing
the
doors
.
.
.
as
yet
.
.
.
so
I
thought
I
’
d
speak
to
you
,
even
if
I
didn
’
t
have
much
chance
.
.
.
still
,
I
had
to
try
everything
possible
.
"
