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Then
she
turned
her
head
,
looked
at
Rearden
in
the
shadows
across
the
long
room
,
and
her
arms
spread
gracefully
,
like
two
swan
necks
by
her
sides
.
"
Why
,
darling
,
"
she
said
in
a
bright
tone
of
amusement
,
"
isn
’
t
it
too
early
to
come
home
?
Wasn
’
t
there
some
slag
to
sweep
or
tuyeres
to
polish
?
"
They
all
turned
to
him
—
his
mother
,
his
brother
Philip
and
Paul
Larkin
,
their
old
friend
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
know
I
’
m
late
.
"
"
Don
’
t
say
you
’
re
sorry
,
"
said
his
mother
.
"
You
could
have
telephoned
.
"
He
looked
at
her
,
trying
vaguely
to
remember
something
.
"
You
promised
to
be
here
for
dinner
tonight
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
’
s
right
,
I
did
.
I
’
m
sorry
.
But
today
at
the
mills
,
we
poured
—
"
He
stopped
;
he
did
not
know
what
made
him
unable
to
utter
the
one
thing
he
had
come
home
to
say
;
he
added
only
,
"
It
’
s
just
that
I
.
.
.
forgot
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
Mother
means
,
"
said
Philip
.
"
Oh
,
let
him
get
his
bearings
,
he
’
s
not
quite
here
yet
,
he
’
s
still
at
the
mills
,
"
his
wife
said
gaily
.
"
Do
take
your
coat
off
,
Henry
.
"
Paul
Larkin
was
looking
at
him
with
the
devoted
eyes
of
an
inhibited
dog
.
"
Hello
,
Paul
,
"
said
Rearden
.
"
When
did
you
get
in
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
just
hopped
down
on
the
five
thirty
-
five
from
New
York
.
"
Larkin
was
smiling
in
gratitude
for
the
attention
.
