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He
looked
at
the
shape
of
pale
blue
silk
huddled
against
the
black
of
his
clothes
—
he
bent
down
to
her
—
he
said
,
his
voice
low
,
"
Dagny
.
.
.
the
things
I
said
to
you
that
morning
in
Ellis
Wyatt
’
s
house
.
.
.
I
think
I
was
lying
to
myself
.
"
"
I
know
it
.
"
Through
a
gray
drizzle
of
rain
,
the
calendar
above
the
roofs
said
:
September
3
,
and
a
clock
on
another
tower
said
:
10
:
40
,
as
Rearden
rode
back
to
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
.
The
cab
’
s
radio
was
spitting
out
shrilly
the
sounds
of
a
panic
-
tinged
voice
announcing
the
crash
of
d
’
Anconia
Copper
.
Rearden
leaned
wearily
against
the
seat
:
the
disaster
seemed
to
be
no
more
than
a
stale
news
story
read
long
ago
.
He
felt
nothing
,
except
an
uncomfortable
sense
of
impropriety
at
finding
himself
out
in
the
morning
streets
,
dressed
in
evening
clothes
.
He
felt
no
desire
to
return
from
the
world
he
had
left
to
the
world
he
saw
drizzling
past
the
windows
of
the
taxi
.
He
turned
the
key
in
the
door
of
his
hotel
suite
,
hoping
to
get
back
to
a
desk
as
fast
as
possible
and
have
to
see
nothing
around
him
.
They
hit
his
consciousness
together
:
the
breakfast
table
—
the
door
to
his
bedroom
,
open
upon
the
sight
of
a
bed
that
had
been
slept
in
—
and
Lillian
’
s
voice
saying
,
"
Good
morning
,
Henry
.
"
She
sat
in
an
armchair
,
wearing
the
suit
she
had
worn
yesterday
,
without
the
jacket
or
hat
;
her
white
blouse
looked
smugly
crisp
.
There
were
remnants
of
a
breakfast
on
the
table
.
She
was
smoking
a
cigarette
,
with
the
air
and
pose
of
a
long
,
patient
vigil
.
As
he
stood
still
,
she
took
the
time
to
cross
her
legs
and
settle
down
more
comfortably
,
then
asked
,
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
say
anything
,
Henry
?
"
He
stood
like
a
man
in
military
uniform
at
some
official
proceedings
where
emotions
could
not
be
permitted
to
exist
.
"
It
is
for
you
to
speak
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
try
to
justify
yourself
?
"
