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"
Where
is
Mayor
Bascom
now
?
"
"
Still
there
,
in
Rome
.
"
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
"
said
Rearden
,
rising
.
"
We
’
ll
call
on
him
.
"
They
were
at
the
door
when
the
clerk
asked
,
"
What
is
it
you
’
re
looking
for
,
sir
?
"
"
We
’
re
looking
for
a
friend
of
ours
,
"
said
Rearden
.
"
A
friend
we
’
ve
lost
,
who
used
to
work
in
that
factory
.
"
Mayor
Bascom
of
Rome
,
Wisconsin
,
leaned
back
in
his
chair
;
his
chest
and
stomach
formed
a
pear
-
shaped
outline
under
his
soiled
shirt
.
The
air
was
a
mixture
of
sun
and
dust
,
pressing
heavily
upon
the
porch
of
his
house
.
He
waved
his
arm
,
the
ring
on
his
finger
flashing
a
large
topaz
of
poor
quality
.
"
No
use
,
no
use
,
lady
,
absolutely
no
use
,
"
he
said
.
"
Would
be
just
a
waste
of
your
time
,
trying
to
question
the
folks
around
here
.
There
’
s
no
factory
people
left
,
and
nobody
that
would
remember
much
about
them
.
So
many
families
have
moved
away
that
what
’
s
left
here
is
plain
no
good
,
if
I
do
say
so
myself
,
plain
no
good
,
just
being
Mayor
of
a
bunch
of
trash
.
"
He
had
offered
chairs
to
his
two
visitors
,
but
he
did
not
mind
it
if
the
lady
preferred
to
stand
at
the
porch
railing
.
He
leaned
back
,
studying
her
long
-
lined
figure
;
high
-
class
merchandise
,
he
thought
;
but
then
,
the
man
with
her
was
obviously
rich
.
