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He
paced
,
moving
out
of
her
sight
,
coming
back
again
.
She
sat
,
watching
—
on
the
glistening
pavement
of
a
dark
alley
—
the
shadow
of
an
unknown
torment
.
The
shadow
moved
away
once
more
.
She
waited
.
It
did
not
return
.
Then
she
leaped
to
her
feet
.
She
had
wanted
to
see
the
outcome
of
the
battle
;
now
that
he
had
won
it
—
or
lost
—
she
was
struck
by
the
sudden
,
urgent
need
to
know
his
identity
and
motive
.
She
ran
through
the
dark
anteroom
,
she
threw
the
door
open
and
looked
out
.
The
alley
was
empty
.
The
pavement
went
tapering
off
into
the
distance
,
like
a
band
of
wet
mirror
under
a
few
spaced
lights
.
There
was
no
one
in
sight
.
She
saw
the
dark
hole
of
a
broken
window
in
an
abandoned
shop
.
Beyond
it
,
there
were
the
doors
of
a
few
rooming
houses
.
Across
the
alley
,
streaks
of
rain
glittered
under
a
light
that
hung
over
the
black
gap
of
an
open
door
leading
down
to
the
underground
tunnels
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
Rearden
signed
the
papers
,
pushed
them
across
the
desk
and
looked
away
,
thinking
that
he
would
never
have
to
think
of
them
again
,
wishing
he
were
carried
to
the
time
when
this
moment
would
be
far
behind
him
.
Paul
Larkin
reached
for
the
papers
hesitantly
;
he
looked
ingratiatingly
helpless
,
"
It
’
s
only
a
legal
technicality
,
Hank
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
know
that
I
’
ll
always
consider
these
ore
mines
as
yours
.
"
Rearden
shook
his
head
slowly
;
it
was
just
a
movement
of
his
neck
muscles
;
his
face
looked
immovable
,
as
if
he
were
speaking
to
a
stranger
.
"
No
!
"
he
said
.
"
Either
I
own
a
property
or
I
don
’
t
.
"
"
But
.
.
.
but
you
know
that
you
can
trust
me
.
You
don
’
t
have
to
worry
about
your
supply
of
ore
.
We
’
ve
made
an
agreement
.
You
know
that
you
can
count
on
me
.
"
