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He
put
his
hand
in
his
pocket
.
When
he
touched
it
,
the
reality
of
the
bracelet
swept
out
everything
else
;
he
felt
as
he
had
felt
when
the
liquid
metal
had
poured
through
space
before
him
.
"
I
brought
you
a
present
,
Lillian
.
"
He
did
not
know
that
he
stood
straight
and
that
the
gesture
of
his
arm
was
that
of
a
returning
crusader
offering
his
trophy
to
his
love
,
when
he
dropped
a
small
chain
of
metal
into
her
lap
.
Lillian
Rearden
picked
it
up
,
hooked
on
the
tips
of
two
straight
fingers
,
and
raised
it
to
the
light
.
The
links
were
heavy
,
crudely
made
,
the
shining
metal
had
an
odd
tinge
,
it
was
greenish
-
blue
.
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
she
asked
.
"
The
first
thing
made
from
the
first
heat
of
the
first
order
of
Rearden
Metal
.
"
"
You
mean
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
’
s
fully
as
valuable
as
a
piece
of
railroad
rails
?
"
He
looked
at
her
blankly
.
She
jingled
the
bracelet
,
making
it
sparkle
under
the
light
.
"
Henry
,
it
’
s
perfectly
wonderful
!
What
originality
!
I
shall
be
the
sensation
of
New
York
,
wearing
jewelry
made
of
the
same
stuff
as
bridge
girders
,
truck
motors
,
kitchen
stoves
,
typewriters
,
and
—
what
was
it
you
were
saying
about
it
the
other
day
,
darling
?
—
soup
kettles
?
"
"
God
,
Henry
,
but
you
’
re
conceited
!
"
said
Philip
.
