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She
heard
a
key
turning
in
the
door
of
her
apartment
;
this
was
the
sound
she
had
waited
for
,
had
wanted
to
hear
tonight
.
Rearden
came
in
,
as
he
had
come
many
times
,
using
the
key
she
had
given
him
,
as
sole
announcement
.
He
threw
his
hat
and
coat
down
on
a
chair
with
a
gesture
that
had
become
familiar
;
he
wore
the
formal
black
of
dinner
clothes
.
"
Hello
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
still
waiting
for
the
evening
when
I
won
’
t
find
you
in
,
"
he
answered
,
"
Then
you
’
ll
have
to
phone
the
offices
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
"
"
Any
evening
?
Nowhere
else
?
"
"
Jealous
,
Hank
?
"
"
No
.
Curious
what
it
would
feel
like
,
to
be
.
"
He
stood
looking
at
her
across
the
room
,
refusing
to
let
himself
approach
her
,
deliberately
prolonging
the
pleasure
of
knowing
that
he
could
do
it
whenever
he
wished
.
She
wore
the
tight
gray
skirt
of
an
office
suit
and
a
blouse
of
transparent
white
cloth
tailored
like
a
man
’
s
shirt
;
the
blouse
flared
out
above
her
waistline
,
stressing
the
trim
flatness
of
her
hips
;
against
the
glow
of
a
lamp
behind
her
,
he
could
see
the
slender
silhouette
of
her
body
within
the
flaring
circle
of
the
blouse
.
"
How
was
the
banquet
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Fine
.
I
escaped
as
soon
as
I
could
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
come
?
You
were
invited
.
"
