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Rearden
said
nothing
.
The
candlelight
moved
over
his
motionless
face
as
over
a
portrait
;
the
portrait
bore
an
expression
of
impersonal
courtesy
.
"
You
haven
’
t
touched
your
wine
,
"
said
his
mother
,
looking
at
him
.
"
What
I
think
is
you
ought
to
drink
a
toast
in
gratitude
to
the
people
of
this
country
who
have
given
you
so
much
.
"
"
Henry
is
not
in
the
mood
for
it
,
Mother
,
"
said
Lillian
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
Thanksgiving
is
a
holiday
only
for
those
who
have
a
clear
conscience
.
"
She
raised
her
wine
glass
,
but
stopped
it
halfway
to
her
lips
and
asked
,
"
You
’
re
not
going
to
make
some
sort
of
stand
at
your
trial
tomorrow
,
are
you
,
Henry
?
"
"
I
am
.
"
She
put
the
glass
down
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
?
"
"
You
’
ll
see
it
tomorrow
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
really
imagine
that
you
can
get
away
with
it
!
"
