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They
went
on
in
silence
.
Rearden
felt
himself
growing
lighter
with
every
step
.
Raising
his
face
to
the
cold
air
,
he
saw
the
peaceful
darkness
of
the
sky
and
a
single
star
above
a
smokestack
with
the
vertical
lettering
:
Rearden
Steel
.
He
felt
how
glad
he
was
to
be
alive
.
He
did
not
expect
the
change
he
saw
in
Francisco
’
s
face
when
he
looked
at
it
in
the
light
of
his
office
.
The
things
he
had
seen
by
the
glare
of
the
furnace
were
gone
.
He
had
expected
a
look
of
triumph
,
of
mockery
at
all
the
insults
Francisco
had
heard
from
him
,
a
look
demanding
the
apology
he
was
joyously
eager
to
offer
.
Instead
,
he
saw
a
face
made
lifeless
by
an
odd
dejection
.
"
Are
you
hurt
?
"
"
No
.
.
.
no
,
not
at
all
.
"
"
Come
here
,
"
ordered
Rearden
,
opening
the
door
of
his
bathroom
.
"
Look
at
yourself
.
"
"
Never
mind
.
You
come
here
.
"
For
the
first
time
,
Rearden
felt
that
he
was
the
older
man
;
he
felt
the
pleasure
of
taking
Francisco
in
charge
;
he
felt
a
confident
,
amused
,
paternal
protectiveness
.
He
washed
the
grime
off
Francisco
’
s
face
,
he
put
disinfectants
and
adhesive
bandages
on
his
temple
,
his
hands
,
his
scorched
elbows
.
Francisco
obeyed
him
in
silence
.
Rearden
asked
,
in
the
tone
of
the
most
eloquent
salute
he
could
offer
,
"
Where
did
you
learn
to
work
like
that
?
"
Francisco
shrugged
.
"
I
was
brought
up
around
smelters
of
every
kind
,
"
he
answered
indifferently
.
Rearden
could
not
decipher
the
expression
of
his
face
:
it
was
only
a
look
of
peculiar
stillness
,
as
if
his
eyes
were
fixed
on
some
secret
vision
of
his
own
that
drew
his
mouth
into
a
line
of
desolate
,
bitter
,
hurting
self
-
mockery
.
