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"
What
’
s
funny
?
"
"
I
read
a
book
once
where
it
said
that
great
men
are
always
unhappy
,
and
the
greater
—
the
unhappier
.
It
didn
’
t
make
sense
to
me
.
But
maybe
it
’
s
true
.
"
"
It
’
s
much
truer
than
you
think
.
"
She
looked
away
,
her
face
disturbed
.
"
Why
do
you
worry
so
much
about
the
great
men
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
are
you
,
a
hero
worshipper
of
some
kind
?
"
She
turned
to
look
at
him
and
he
saw
the
light
of
an
inner
smile
,
while
her
face
remained
solemnly
grave
;
it
was
the
most
eloquently
personal
glance
he
had
ever
seen
directed
at
himself
,
while
she
answered
in
a
quiet
,
impersonal
voice
,
"
Mr
.
Taggart
,
what
else
is
there
to
look
up
to
?
"
A
screeching
sound
,
neither
quite
bell
nor
buzzer
,
rang
out
suddenly
and
went
on
ringing
with
nerve
-
grating
insistence
.
She
jerked
her
head
,
as
if
awakening
at
the
scream
of
an
alarm
clock
,
then
sighed
.
"
That
’
s
closing
time
,
Mr
.
Taggart
,
"
she
said
regretfully
.
"
Go
get
your
hat
—
I
’
ll
wait
for
you
outside
,
"
he
said
.
