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"
I
’
m
glad
.
"
"
Did
you
think
I
could
?
"
"
I
’
ve
never
permitted
myself
to
wonder
about
that
.
"
"
Dagny
,
do
you
mean
that
if
I
had
,
you
.
.
.
you
’
d
accept
that
,
too
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
wouldn
’
t
hate
it
?
"
"
I
’
d
hate
it
more
than
I
can
tell
you
.
But
if
that
were
your
choice
,
I
would
accept
it
.
I
want
you
,
Hank
.
"
He
took
her
hand
and
raised
it
to
his
lips
,
she
felt
the
moment
’
s
struggle
in
his
body
,
in
the
sudden
movement
with
which
he
came
down
,
half
-
collapsing
,
and
let
his
mouth
cling
to
her
shoulder
.
Then
he
pulled
her
forward
,
he
pulled
the
length
of
her
body
in
the
pale
blue
nightgown
to
lie
stretched
across
his
knees
,
he
held
it
with
an
unsmiling
violence
,
as
if
in
hatred
for
her
words
and
as
if
they
were
the
words
he
had
most
wanted
to
hear
.
He
bent
his
face
down
to
hers
and
she
heard
the
question
that
had
come
again
and
again
in
the
nights
of
the
year
behind
them
,
always
torn
out
of
him
involuntarily
,
always
as
a
sudden
break
that
betrayed
his
constant
,
secret
torture
:
"
Who
was
your
first
man
?
"
She
strained
back
,
trying
to
draw
away
from
him
,
but
he
held
her
.
