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"
Nothing
.
.
.
nothing
in
particular
.
Only
one
never
knows
what
can
happen
in
times
like
these
.
.
.
.
One
has
to
be
so
careful
.
.
.
"
Rearden
chuckled
.
"
You
’
re
not
trying
to
worry
about
me
,
are
you
?
"
"
It
’
s
just
that
I
’
m
your
friend
,
Hank
.
I
’
m
your
friend
.
You
know
how
much
I
admire
you
.
"
Paul
Larkin
had
always
been
unlucky
.
Nothing
he
touched
ever
came
off
quite
well
,
nothing
ever
quite
failed
or
succeeded
.
He
was
a
businessman
,
but
he
could
not
manage
to
remain
for
long
in
any
one
line
of
business
.
At
the
moment
,
he
was
struggling
with
a
modest
plant
that
manufactured
mining
equipment
.
He
had
clung
to
Rearden
for
years
,
in
awed
admiration
.
He
came
for
advice
,
he
asked
for
loans
at
times
,
but
not
often
;
the
loans
were
modest
and
were
always
repaid
,
though
not
always
on
time
.
His
motive
in
the
relationship
seemed
to
resemble
the
need
of
an
anemic
person
who
receives
a
kind
of
living
transfusion
from
the
mere
sight
of
a
savagely
overabundant
vitality
.
Watching
Larkin
’
s
efforts
,
Rearden
felt
what
he
did
when
he
watched
an
ant
struggling
under
the
load
of
a
matchstick
.
It
’
s
so
hard
for
him
,
thought
Rearden
,
and
so
easy
for
me
.
So
he
gave
advice
,
attention
and
a
tactful
,
patient
interest
,
whenever
he
could
.
"
I
’
m
your
friend
,
Hank
.
"
Rearden
looked
at
him
inquiringly
.
Larkin
glanced
away
,
as
if
debating
something
in
his
mind
.
After
a
while
,
he
asked
cautiously
,
"
How
is
your
man
in
Washington
?
"
"
Okay
,
I
guess
.
"
