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Francisco
reached
silently
for
his
overcoat
.
"
You
’
re
not
leaving
,
are
you
?
"
asked
Rearden
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
finish
what
you
had
to
tell
me
?
"
"
Not
tonight
.
"
"
You
wanted
me
to
answer
a
question
.
What
was
it
?
"
Francisco
shook
his
head
.
"
You
started
asking
me
how
can
I
.
.
.
How
can
I
—
what
?
"
Francisco
’
s
smile
was
like
a
moan
of
pain
,
the
only
moan
he
would
permit
himself
.
"
I
won
’
t
ask
it
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
I
know
it
.
"
The
roast
turkey
had
cost
$
30
.
The
champagne
had
cost
$
25
.
The
lace
tablecloth
,
a
cobweb
of
grapes
and
vine
leaves
iridescent
in
the
candlelight
,
had
cost
$
2
,
000
.
The
dinner
service
,
with
an
artist
’
s
design
burned
in
blue
and
gold
into
a
translucent
white
china
,
had
cost
$
2
,
500
.
