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He
walked
,
thinking
that
even
this
sight
still
retained
the
power
to
be
of
value
:
it
gave
him
the
promise
of
a
long
stretch
of
space
undisturbed
by
human
intrusion
.
The
man
who
stepped
suddenly
out
into
the
road
must
have
come
from
behind
the
willow
tree
,
but
so
swiftly
that
it
seemed
as
if
he
had
sprung
up
from
the
middle
of
the
highway
.
Rearden
’
s
hand
went
to
the
gun
in
his
pocket
,
but
stopped
:
he
knew
—
by
the
proud
posture
of
the
body
standing
in
the
open
,
by
the
straight
line
of
the
shoulders
against
the
starlit
sky
—
that
the
man
was
not
a
bandit
.
When
he
heard
the
voice
,
he
knew
that
the
man
was
not
a
beggar
.
"
I
should
like
to
speak
to
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
.
"
The
voice
had
the
firmness
,
the
clarity
and
the
special
courtesy
peculiar
to
men
who
are
accustomed
to
giving
orders
.
"
Go
ahead
,
"
said
Rearden
,
"
provided
you
don
’
t
intend
to
ask
me
for
help
or
money
.
"
The
man
’
s
garments
were
rough
,
but
efficiently
trim
.
He
wore
dark
trousers
and
a
dark
blue
windbreaker
closed
tight
at
his
throat
,
prolonging
the
lines
of
his
long
,
slender
figure
.
He
wore
a
dark
blue
cap
,
and
all
that
could
be
seen
of
him
in
the
night
were
his
hands
,
his
face
and
a
patch
of
gold
-
blond
hair
on
his
temple
.
The
hands
held
no
weapon
,
only
a
package
wrapped
in
burlap
,
the
size
of
a
carton
of
cigarettes
.
"
No
,
Mr
.
Rearden
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
intend
to
ask
you
for
money
,
but
to
return
it
to
you
.
"
"
To
return
money
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
What
money
?
"
