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She
turned
and
walked
away
indifferently
,
leaving
them
together
,
as
if
in
deliberate
proof
of
her
words
.
Dagny
stood
still
,
her
eyes
closed
;
she
was
thinking
of
the
night
when
Lillian
had
given
her
the
bracelet
.
He
had
taken
his
wife
’
s
side
,
then
;
he
had
taken
hers
,
now
.
Of
the
three
of
them
,
she
was
the
only
one
who
understood
fully
what
this
meant
.
"
Whatever
is
the
worst
you
may
wish
to
say
to
me
,
you
will
be
right
.
"
She
heard
him
and
opened
her
eyes
.
He
was
looking
at
her
coldly
,
his
face
harsh
,
allowing
no
sign
of
pain
or
apology
to
suggest
a
hope
of
forgiveness
.
"
Dearest
,
don
’
t
torture
yourself
like
that
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
knew
that
you
’
re
married
.
I
’
ve
never
tried
to
evade
that
knowledge
.
I
’
m
not
hurt
by
it
tonight
.
"
Her
first
word
was
the
most
violent
of
the
several
blows
he
felt
:
she
had
never
used
that
word
before
.
She
had
never
let
him
hear
that
particular
tone
of
tenderness
.
She
had
never
spoken
of
his
marriage
in
the
privacy
of
their
meetings
—
yet
she
spoke
of
it
here
with
effortless
simplicity
.
She
saw
the
anger
in
his
face
—
the
rebellion
against
pity
—
the
look
of
saying
to
her
contemptuously
that
he
had
betrayed
no
torture
and
needed
no
help
—
then
the
look
of
the
realization
that
she
knew
his
face
as
thoroughly
as
he
knew
hers
—
he
closed
his
eyes
,
he
inclined
his
head
a
little
,
and
he
said
very
quietly
,
"
Thank
you
.
"
She
smiled
and
turned
away
from
him
.
James
Taggart
held
an
empty
champagne
glass
in
his
hand
and
noticed
the
haste
with
which
Balph
Eubank
waved
at
a
passing
waiter
,
as
if
the
waiter
were
guilty
of
an
unpardonable
lapse
.
Then
Eubank
completed
his
sentence
:
"
—
but
you
,
Mr
.
Taggart
,
would
know
that
a
man
who
lives
on
a
higher
plane
cannot
be
understood
or
appreciated
.
It
’
s
a
hopeless
struggle
—
trying
to
obtain
support
for
literature
from
a
world
ruled
by
businessmen
.
They
are
nothing
but
stuffy
,
middle
-
class
vulgarians
or
else
predatory
savages
like
Rearden
.
"
