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He
sat
down
on
the
edge
of
his
desk
,
crossed
his
arms
,
looked
at
Francisco
,
who
remained
standing
respectfully
before
him
,
and
asked
with
the
cold
hint
of
a
smile
,
"
Why
did
you
come
here
?
"
"
You
don
’
t
want
me
to
answer
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
You
wouldn
’
t
admit
to
me
or
to
yourself
how
desperately
lonely
you
are
tonight
.
If
you
don
’
t
question
me
,
you
won
’
t
feel
obliged
to
deny
it
.
Just
accept
what
you
do
know
,
anyway
:
that
I
know
it
.
"
Taut
like
a
string
pulled
by
anger
against
the
impertinence
at
one
end
and
by
admiration
for
the
frankness
at
the
other
,
Rearden
answered
,
"
I
’
ll
admit
it
,
if
you
wish
.
What
should
it
matter
to
me
,
that
you
know
it
?
"
"
That
I
know
and
care
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
I
’
m
the
only
man
around
you
who
does
.
"
"
Why
should
you
care
?
And
why
should
I
need
your
help
tonight
?
"
"
Because
it
’
s
not
easy
to
have
to
damn
the
man
who
meant
most
to
you
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
t
damn
you
if
you
’
d
only
stay
away
from
me
.
"
Francisco
’
s
eyes
widened
a
little
,
then
he
grinned
and
said
,
"
I
was
speaking
of
Mr
.
Danagger
.
"
For
an
instant
,
Rearden
looked
as
if
he
wanted
to
slap
his
own
face
,
then
he
laughed
softly
and
said
,
"
All
right
.
Sit
down
.
"
