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"
For
a
purpose
of
my
own
.
"
"
What
purpose
?
"
Francisco
shook
his
head
.
"
Don
’
t
ask
me
to
tell
you
that
.
I
’
ve
told
you
more
than
I
should
.
You
’
ll
come
to
know
the
rest
of
it
soon
,
anyway
.
"
"
If
it
’
s
more
than
you
should
,
why
did
you
tell
me
?
"
"
Because
.
.
.
you
’
ve
made
me
become
impatient
for
the
first
time
in
years
.
"
The
note
of
a
suppressed
emotion
came
back
into
his
voice
.
"
Because
I
’
ve
never
wanted
anyone
to
know
the
truth
about
me
as
I
wanted
you
to
know
it
.
Because
I
knew
that
you
’
d
despise
a
playboy
more
than
any
other
sort
of
man
—
as
I
would
,
too
.
Playboy
?
I
’
ve
never
loved
but
one
woman
in
my
life
and
still
do
and
always
will
!
"
It
was
an
involuntary
break
,
and
he
added
,
his
voice
low
,
"
I
’
ve
never
confessed
that
to
anyone
.
.
.
not
even
to
her
.
"
"
Have
you
lost
her
?
"
Francisco
sat
looking
off
into
space
;
in
a
moment
,
he
answered
tonelessly
,
"
I
hope
not
.
"
The
light
of
the
lamp
hit
his
face
from
below
,
and
Rearden
could
not
see
his
eyes
,
only
his
mouth
drawn
in
lines
of
endurance
and
oddly
solemn
resignation
.
Rearden
knew
that
this
was
a
wound
not
to
be
probed
any
further
.
