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"
If
she
and
I
were
the
kind
of
scum
you
’
re
going
to
make
us
appear
,
your
blackjack
wouldn
’
t
work
.
"
"
No
,
it
wouldn
’
t
.
"
"
If
our
relationship
were
the
depravity
you
’
re
going
to
proclaim
it
to
be
,
you
’
d
have
no
way
to
harm
us
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
We
’
d
be
outside
your
power
.
"
"
Actually
—
yes
.
"
It
was
not
to
Dr
.
Ferris
that
Rearden
was
speaking
.
He
was
seeing
a
long
line
of
men
stretched
through
the
centuries
from
Plato
onward
,
whose
heir
and
final
product
was
an
incompetent
little
professor
with
the
appearance
of
a
gigolo
and
the
soul
of
a
thug
.
"
I
offered
you
,
once
,
a
chance
to
join
us
,
"
said
Dr
.
Ferris
.
"
You
refused
.
Now
you
can
see
the
consequences
.
How
a
man
of
your
intelligence
thought
that
he
could
win
by
playing
it
straight
,
I
can
’
t
imagine
.
"
"
But
if
I
had
joined
you
,
"
said
Rearden
with
the
same
detachment
,
as
if
he
were
not
speaking
about
himself
,
"
what
would
I
have
found
worth
looting
from
Orren
Boyle
?
"
