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I
will
have
lived
in
the
world
in
which
I
started
and
I
will
go
down
with
the
last
of
it
.
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
ll
want
to
understand
me
,
but
—
"
A
beam
of
light
hit
them
with
the
violence
of
a
physical
blow
.
The
clangor
of
the
train
had
swallowed
the
noise
of
the
motor
and
they
had
not
heard
the
approach
of
the
car
that
swept
out
of
the
side
road
,
from
behind
the
farmhouse
.
They
were
not
in
the
car
’
s
path
,
yet
they
heard
the
screech
of
brakes
behind
the
two
headlights
,
pulling
an
invisible
shape
to
a
stop
.
It
was
Rearden
who
jumped
back
involuntarily
and
had
time
to
marvel
at
his
companion
:
the
swiftness
of
Danneskjold
’
s
self
-
control
was
that
he
did
not
move
.
It
was
a
police
car
and
it
stopped
beside
them
.
The
driver
leaned
out
.
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
you
,
Mr
.
Rearden
!
"
he
said
,
touching
his
fingers
to
his
cap
.
"
Good
evening
,
sir
.
"
"
Hello
,
"
said
Rearden
,
fighting
to
control
the
unnatural
abruptness
of
his
voice
.
There
were
two
patrolmen
in
the
front
seat
of
the
car
and
their
faces
had
a
tight
look
of
purpose
,
not
the
look
of
their
usual
friendly
intention
to
stop
for
a
chat
.
"
Mr
.
Rearden
,
did
you
walk
from
the
mills
by
way
of
Edgewood
Road
,
past
Blacksmith
Cove
?
"
"
Yes
.
Why
?
"
"
Did
you
happen
to
see
a
man
anywhere
around
these
parts
,
a
stranger
moving
along
in
a
hurry
?
"
