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He
shook
his
head
,
as
if
he
had
said
more
than
he
intended
,
and
did
not
answer
.
"
What
did
you
do
to
Rearden
?
"
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
some
time
.
Not
now
.
"
"
Is
that
what
you
always
do
to
those
who
.
.
.
mean
a
great
deal
to
you
?
"
He
looked
at
her
with
a
smile
that
had
the
luminous
sincerity
of
innocence
and
pain
.
"
You
know
,
"
he
said
gently
,
"
I
could
say
that
that
is
what
they
always
do
to
me
.
"
He
added
,
"
But
I
won
’
t
.
The
actions
—
and
the
knowledge
—
were
mine
.
"
He
stood
up
.
"
Shall
we
go
?
I
’
ll
take
you
home
.
"
She
rose
and
he
held
her
coat
for
her
;
it
was
a
wide
,
loose
garment
,
and
his
hands
guided
it
to
enfold
her
body
.
She
felt
his
arm
remain
about
her
shoulders
a
moment
longer
than
he
intended
her
to
notice
.
She
glanced
back
at
him
.
But
he
was
standing
oddly
still
,
staring
intently
down
at
the
table
.
In
rising
,
they
had
brushed
aside
the
mats
of
paper
lace
and
she
saw
an
inscription
cut
into
the
plastic
of
the
table
top
.
Attempts
had
been
made
to
erase
it
,
but
the
inscription
remained
,
as
the
graven
voice
of
some
unknown
drunk
’
s
despair
:
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
With
a
brusque
movement
of
anger
,
she
flicked
the
mat
back
to
cover
the
words
.
He
chuckled
.
