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"
Well
,
after
all
,
that
is
my
private
business
which
—
"
"
To
Orren
Boyle
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
"
"
You
can
’
t
expect
people
to
sacrifice
the
entire
steel
industry
of
the
nation
to
your
selfish
interests
and
—
"
"
Get
out
of
here
,
"
said
Rearden
.
He
said
it
calmly
.
The
sequence
was
clear
to
him
now
.
"
Don
’
t
misunderstand
me
,
I
didn
’
t
mean
—
"
"
Get
out
.
"
Larkin
got
out
.
Then
there
followed
the
days
and
nights
of
searching
a
continent
by
phone
,
by
wire
,
by
plane
—
of
looking
at
abandoned
mines
and
at
mines
ready
to
be
abandoned
—
of
tense
,
rushed
conferences
held
at
tables
in
the
unlighted
corners
of
disreputable
restaurants
.
Looking
across
the
table
,
Rearden
had
to
decide
how
much
he
could
risk
to
invest
upon
the
sole
evidence
of
a
man
’
s
face
,
manner
and
tone
of
voice
,
hating
the
state
of
having
to
hope
for
honesty
as
for
a
favor
,
but
risking
it
,
pouring
money
into
unknown
hands
in
exchange
for
unsupported
promises
,
into
unsigned
,
unrecorded
loans
to
dummy
owners
of
failing
mines
—
money
handed
and
taken
furtively
,
as
an
exchange
between
criminals
,
in
anonymous
cash
;
money
poured
into
unenforceable
contracts
—
both
parties
knowing
that
in
case
of
fraud
,
the
defrauded
was
to
be
punished
,
not
the
defrauder
—
but
poured
that
a
stream
of
ore
might
continue
flowing
into
furnaces
,
that
the
furnaces
might
continue
to
pour
a
stream
of
white
metal
.
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
asked
the
purchasing
manager
of
his
mills
,
"
if
you
keep
that
up
,
where
will
be
your
profit
?
"
"
We
’
ll
make
it
up
on
tonnage
,
"
said
Rearden
wearily
.
"
We
have
an
unlimited
market
for
Rearden
Metal
.
"
