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Dagny
—
he
thought
desperately
—
Dagny
,
who
had
never
said
a
word
about
his
life
at
home
,
who
had
never
made
a
claim
,
uttered
a
reproach
or
asked
a
question
—
he
could
not
appear
before
her
with
his
wife
,
he
could
not
let
her
see
him
as
the
husband
being
proudly
shown
off
—
he
wished
he
could
die
now
,
in
this
moment
,
before
he
committed
this
action
—
because
he
knew
that
he
would
commit
it
.
Because
he
had
accepted
his
secret
as
guilt
and
promised
himself
to
take
its
consequences
—
because
he
had
granted
that
the
right
was
with
Lillian
,
and
he
was
able
to
bear
any
form
of
damnation
,
but
not
able
to
deny
the
right
when
it
was
claimed
of
him
—
because
he
knew
that
the
reason
for
his
refusal
to
go
,
was
the
reason
that
gave
him
no
right
to
refuse
—
because
he
heard
the
pleading
cry
in
his
mind
:
"
Oh
God
,
Lillian
,
anything
but
that
party
!
"
and
he
did
not
allow
himself
to
beg
for
mercy
—
he
said
evenly
,
his
voice
lifeless
and
firm
:
"
All
right
,
Lillian
.
I
’
ll
go
.
"
The
wedding
veil
of
rose
-
point
lace
caught
on
the
splintered
floor
of
her
tenement
bedroom
.
Cherryl
Brooks
lifted
it
cautiously
,
stepping
to
look
at
herself
in
a
crooked
mirror
that
hung
on
the
wall
.
She
had
been
photographed
here
all
day
,
as
she
had
been
many
times
in
the
past
two
months
.
She
still
smiled
with
incredulous
gratitude
when
newspaper
people
wanted
to
take
her
picture
,
but
she
wished
they
would
not
do
it
so
often
.
An
aging
sob
sister
,
who
had
a
drippy
love
column
in
print
and
the
bitter
wisdom
of
a
policewoman
in
person
,
had
taken
Cherryl
under
her
protection
weeks
ago
,
when
the
girl
had
first
been
thrown
into
press
interviews
as
into
a
meat
grinder
.
Today
,
the
sob
sister
had
chased
the
reporters
out
,
had
snapped
,
"
All
right
,
all
right
,
beat
it
!
"
at
the
neighbors
,
had
slammed
Cherryl
’
s
door
in
their
faces
and
had
helped
her
to
dress
.
She
was
to
drive
Cherryl
to
the
wedding
;
she
had
discovered
that
there
was
no
one
else
to
do
it
.
The
wedding
veil
,
the
white
satin
gown
,
the
delicate
slippers
and
the
strand
of
pearls
at
her
throat
,
had
cost
five
hundred
times
the
price
of
the
entire
contents
of
Cherryl
’
s
room
.
A
bed
took
most
of
the
room
’
s
space
,
and
the
rest
was
taken
by
a
chest
of
drawers
,
one
chair
,
and
her
few
dresses
hanging
behind
a
faded
curtain
.
The
huge
hoop
skirt
of
the
wedding
gown
brushed
against
the
walls
when
she
moved
,
her
slender
figure
swaying
above
the
skirt
in
the
dramatic
contrast
of
a
tight
,
severe
,
long
-
sleeved
bodice
;
the
gown
had
been
made
by
the
best
designer
in
the
city
.
"
You
see
,
when
I
got
the
job
in
the
dime
store
,
I
could
have
moved
to
a
better
room
,
"
she
said
to
the
sob
sister
,
in
apology
,
"
but
I
don
’
t
think
it
matters
much
where
you
sleep
at
night
,
so
I
saved
my
money
,
because
I
’
ll
need
it
for
something
important
in
the
future
—
"
She
stopped
and
smiled
,
shaking
her
head
dazedly
.
"
I
thought
I
’
d
need
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
look
fine
,
"
said
the
sob
sister
.
"
You
can
’
t
see
much
in
that
alleged
mirror
,
but
you
’
re
okay
.
"
"
The
way
all
this
happened
,
I
.
.
.
I
haven
’
t
had
time
to
catch
up
with
myself
.
But
you
see
,
Jim
is
wonderful
.
He
doesn
’
t
mind
it
,
that
I
’
m
only
a
salesgirl
from
a
dime
store
,
living
in
a
place
like
this
.
He
doesn
’
t
hold
it
against
me
.
"
