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Jimmy
,
and
I
think
that
that
’
s
what
we
ought
to
remain
.
I
think
we
can
be
very
useful
to
each
other
,
you
and
I
,
if
you
don
’
t
start
getting
the
wrong
ideas
about
friendship
.
Me
—
I
believe
in
a
balance
of
power
.
"
"
Did
you
prevent
Mouch
from
coming
here
tonight
?
"
"
Well
,
maybe
I
did
and
maybe
I
didn
’
t
.
I
’
ll
let
you
worry
about
it
.
That
’
s
good
for
me
,
if
I
did
—
and
still
better
,
if
I
didn
’
t
.
"
Cherryl
’
s
eyes
followed
James
Taggart
through
the
crowd
.
The
faces
that
kept
shifting
and
gathering
around
her
seemed
so
friendly
and
their
voices
were
so
eagerly
warm
that
she
felt
certain
there
was
no
malice
anywhere
in
the
room
.
She
wondered
why
some
of
them
talked
to
her
about
Washington
,
in
a
hopeful
,
confidential
manner
of
half
sentences
,
half
-
hints
,
as
if
they
were
seeking
her
help
for
something
secret
she
was
supposed
to
understand
.
She
did
not
know
what
to
say
,
but
she
smiled
and
answered
whatever
she
pleased
.
She
could
not
disgrace
the
person
of
"
Mrs
.
Taggart
"
by
any
touch
of
fear
.
Then
she
saw
the
enemy
.
It
was
a
tall
,
slender
figure
in
a
gray
evening
gown
,
who
was
now
her
sister
-
in
-
law
.
The
pressure
of
anger
in
Cherryl
’
s
mind
was
the
stored
accumulation
of
the
sounds
of
Jim
’
s
tortured
voice
.
She
felt
the
nagging
pull
of
a
duty
left
undone
.
Her
eyes
kept
returning
to
the
enemy
and
studying
her
intently
.
The
pictures
of
Dagny
Taggart
in
the
newspapers
had
shown
a
figure
dressed
in
slacks
,
or
a
face
with
a
slanting
hat
brim
and
a
raised
coat
collar
.
Now
she
wore
a
gray
evening
gown
that
seemed
indecent
,
because
it
looked
austerely
modest
,
so
modest
that
it
vanished
from
one
’
s
awareness
and
left
one
too
aware
of
the
slender
body
it
pretended
to
cover
.
There
was
a
tone
of
blue
in
the
gray
cloth
that
went
with
the
gun
-
metal
gray
of
her
eyes
.
She
wore
no
jewelry
,
only
a
bracelet
on
her
wrist
,
a
chain
of
heavy
metal
links
with
a
green
blue
cast
.
Cherryl
waited
,
until
she
saw
Dagny
standing
alone
,
then
tore
forward
,
cutting
resolutely
across
the
room
.
She
looked
at
close
range
into
the
gun
-
metal
eyes
that
seemed
cold
and
intense
at
once
,
the
eyes
that
looked
at
her
directly
with
a
polite
,
impersonal
curiosity
.
"
There
’
s
something
I
want
you
to
know
,
"
said
Cherryl
,
her
voice
taut
and
harsh
,
"
so
that
there
won
’
t
be
any
pretending
about
it
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
put
on
the
sweet
relative
act
.
