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"
Trouble
?
"
"
Who
hasn
’
t
got
trouble
these
days
?
"
Larkin
’
s
smile
became
resigned
,
to
indicate
that
the
remark
was
merely
philosophical
.
"
But
no
,
no
special
trouble
this
time
.
I
just
thought
I
’
d
drop
in
to
see
you
.
"
His
wife
laughed
.
"
You
’
ve
disappointed
him
,
Paul
.
"
She
turned
to
Rearden
.
"
Is
it
an
inferiority
complex
or
a
superiority
one
,
Henry
?
Do
you
believe
that
nobody
can
want
to
see
you
just
for
your
own
sake
,
or
do
you
believe
that
nobody
can
get
along
without
your
help
?
"
He
wanted
to
utter
an
angry
denial
,
but
she
was
smiling
at
him
as
if
this
were
merely
a
conversational
joke
,
and
he
had
no
capacity
for
the
sort
of
conversations
which
were
not
supposed
to
be
meant
,
so
he
did
not
answer
.
He
stood
looking
at
her
,
wondering
about
the
things
he
had
never
been
able
to
understand
.
Lillian
Rearden
was
generally
regarded
as
a
beautiful
woman
.
She
had
a
tall
,
graceful
body
,
the
kind
that
looked
well
in
high
-
waisted
gowns
of
the
Empire
style
,
which
she
made
it
a
practice
to
wear
.
Her
exquisite
profile
belonged
to
a
cameo
of
the
same
period
:
its
pure
,
proud
lines
and
the
lustrous
,
light
brown
waves
of
her
hair
,
worn
with
classical
simplicity
,
suggested
an
austere
,
imperial
beauty
.
But
when
she
turned
full
-
face
,
people
experienced
a
small
shock
of
disappointment
.
Her
face
was
not
beautiful
.
The
eyes
were
the
flaw
:
they
were
vaguely
pale
,
neither
quite
gray
nor
brown
,
lifelessly
empty
of
expression
.
Rearden
had
always
wondered
,
since
she
seemed
amused
so
often
,
why
there
was
no
gaiety
in
her
face
.
"
We
have
met
before
,
dear
,
"
she
said
,
in
answer
to
his
silent
scrutiny
,
"
though
you
don
’
t
seem
to
be
sure
of
it
.
"
"
Have
you
had
any
dinner
,
Henry
?
"
his
mother
asked
;
there
was
a
reproachful
impatience
in
her
voice
,
as
if
his
hunger
were
a
personal
insult
to
her
.
"
Yes
.
.
.
No
.
.
.
I
wasn
’
t
hungry
.
"
"
I
’
d
better
ring
to
have
them
—
"
