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"
No
!
"
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
said
Francisco
,
his
voice
solemnly
calm
,
"
if
you
saw
Atlas
,
the
giant
who
holds
the
world
on
his
shoulders
,
if
you
saw
that
he
stood
,
blood
running
down
his
chest
,
his
knees
buckling
,
his
arms
trembling
but
still
trying
to
hold
the
world
aloft
with
the
last
of
his
strength
,
and
the
greater
his
effort
the
heavier
the
world
bore
down
upon
his
shoulders
—
what
would
you
tell
him
to
do
?
"
"
I
.
.
.
don
’
t
know
.
What
.
.
.
could
he
do
?
What
would
you
tell
him
?
"
"
To
shrug
.
"
The
clatter
of
the
metal
came
in
a
flow
of
irregular
sounds
without
discernible
rhythm
,
not
like
the
action
of
a
mechanism
,
but
as
if
some
conscious
impulse
were
behind
every
sudden
,
tearing
rise
that
went
up
and
crashed
,
scattering
into
the
faint
moan
of
gears
.
The
glass
of
the
windows
tinkled
once
in
a
while
.
Francisco
’
s
eyes
were
watching
Rearden
as
if
he
were
examining
the
course
of
bullets
on
a
battered
target
.
The
course
was
hard
to
trace
:
the
gaunt
figure
on
the
edge
of
the
desk
was
erect
,
the
cold
blue
eyes
showed
nothing
but
the
intensity
of
a
glance
fixed
upon
a
great
distance
,
only
the
inflexible
mouth
betrayed
a
line
drawn
by
pain
.
"
Go
on
,
"
said
Rearden
with
effort
,
"
continue
.
You
haven
’
t
finished
,
have
you
?
"
"
I
have
barely
begun
.
"
Francisco
’
s
voice
was
hard
.
"
What
.
.
.
are
you
driving
at
?
"
