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She
remained
helplessly
silent
.
The
strangeness
of
his
manner
was
its
simplicity
;
he
spoke
as
if
he
were
being
completely
natural
and
—
in
the
midst
of
unanswered
questions
and
of
a
tragic
mystery
—
he
conveyed
the
impression
that
there
were
no
secrets
any
longer
,
and
no
mystery
need
ever
have
existed
.
But
as
she
watched
him
,
she
saw
the
first
break
in
his
joyous
calm
:
she
saw
him
struggling
against
some
thought
;
he
hesitated
,
then
said
,
with
effort
,
"
About
Hank
Rearden
.
.
.
Will
you
do
me
a
favor
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Will
you
tell
him
that
I
.
.
.
You
see
,
I
’
ve
never
cared
for
people
,
yet
he
was
always
the
man
I
respected
,
but
I
didn
’
t
know
until
today
that
what
I
felt
was
.
.
.
that
he
was
the
only
man
I
ever
loved
.
.
.
Just
tell
him
this
and
that
I
wish
I
could
—
no
,
I
guess
that
’
s
all
I
can
tell
him
.
.
.
He
’
ll
probably
damn
me
for
leaving
.
.
.
still
,
maybe
he
won
’
t
.
"
"
I
’
ll
tell
him
.
"
Hearing
the
dulled
,
hidden
sound
of
pain
in
his
voice
,
she
felt
so
close
to
him
that
it
seemed
impossible
he
would
deliver
the
blow
he
was
delivering
—
and
she
made
one
last
effort
.
"
Mr
.
Danagger
,
if
I
were
to
plead
on
my
knees
,
if
I
were
to
find
some
sort
of
words
that
I
haven
’
t
found
—
would
there
be
.
.
.
is
there
a
chance
to
stop
you
?
"
"
There
isn
’
t
.
"
