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Francisco
shrugged
gaily
.
"
Oh
,
I
—
it
doesn
’
t
matter
what
I
do
.
I
’
m
only
a
party
hound
.
"
"
What
are
you
doing
at
this
party
?
"
"
Just
looking
for
conquests
.
"
"
Found
any
?
"
His
face
suddenly
earnest
,
Francisco
answered
gravely
,
almost
solemnly
,
"
Yes
—
what
I
think
is
going
to
be
my
best
and
greatest
.
"
Rearden
’
s
anger
was
involuntary
,
the
cry
,
not
of
reproach
,
but
of
despair
:
"
How
can
you
waste
yourself
that
way
?
"
The
faint
suggestion
of
a
smile
,
like
the
rise
of
a
distant
light
,
came
into
Francisco
’
s
eyes
as
he
asked
,
"
Do
you
care
to
admit
that
you
care
about
it
?
"
"
You
’
re
going
to
hear
a
few
more
admissions
,
if
that
’
s
what
you
’
re
after
.
Before
I
met
you
,
I
used
to
wonder
how
you
could
waste
a
fortune
such
as
yours
.
Now
it
’
s
worse
,
because
I
can
’
t
despise
you
as
I
did
,
as
I
’
d
like
to
,
yet
the
question
is
much
more
terrible
:
How
can
you
waste
a
mind
such
as
yours
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
wasting
it
right
now
.
"
