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"
Don
’
t
you
understand
it
,
Phil
?
"
said
Lillian
,
her
voice
peculiarly
clear
and
lilting
.
"
Henry
’
s
poured
his
metal
today
.
"
She
turned
to
Rearden
.
"
Shall
we
declare
it
a
national
holiday
,
darling
?
"
"
You
’
re
a
good
man
,
Henry
,
"
said
his
mother
,
and
added
,
"
but
not
often
enough
.
"
Rearden
stood
looking
at
Philip
,
as
if
waiting
.
Philip
looked
away
,
then
raised
his
eyes
and
held
Rearden
’
s
glance
,
as
if
engaged
in
a
scrutiny
of
his
own
.
"
You
don
’
t
really
care
about
helping
the
underprivileged
,
do
you
?
"
Philip
asked
—
and
Rearden
heard
,
unable
to
believe
it
,
that
the
tone
of
his
voice
was
reproachful
.
"
No
,
Phil
,
I
don
’
t
care
about
it
at
all
.
I
only
wanted
you
to
be
happy
.
"
"
But
that
money
is
not
for
me
.
I
am
not
collecting
it
for
any
personal
motive
.
I
have
no
selfish
interest
in
the
matter
whatever
.
"
His
voice
was
cold
,
with
a
note
of
self
-
conscious
virtue
.
Rearden
turned
away
.
He
felt
a
sudden
loathing
:
not
because
the
words
were
hypocrisy
,
but
because
they
were
true
;
Philip
meant
them
.
"
By
the
way
,
Henry
,
"
Philip
added
,
"
do
you
mind
if
I
ask
you
to
have
Miss
Ives
give
me
the
money
in
cash
?
"
Rearden
turned
back
to
him
,
puzzled
.
"
You
see
,
Friends
of
Global
Progress
are
a
very
progressive
group
and
they
have
always
maintained
that
you
represent
the
blackest
element
of
social
retrogression
in
the
country
,
so
it
would
embarrass
us
,
you
know
,
to
have
your
name
on
our
list
of
contributors
,
because
somebody
might
accuse
us
of
being
in
the
pay
of
Hank
Rearden
.
"
He
wanted
to
slap
Philip
’
s
face
