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Then
the
rest
of
his
years
came
back
to
her
,
with
a
stab
of
the
pain
of
knowing
that
the
greater
his
person
,
the
more
terrible
his
guilt
in
destroying
it
.
She
pulled
herself
away
from
him
,
she
shook
her
head
,
she
said
,
in
answer
to
both
of
them
,
"
No
.
"
He
stood
looking
at
her
,
disarmed
and
smiling
.
"
Not
yet
.
You
have
a
great
deal
to
forgive
me
,
first
.
But
I
can
tell
you
everything
now
.
"
She
had
never
heard
that
low
,
breathless
quality
of
helplessness
in
his
voice
.
He
was
fighting
to
regain
control
,
there
was
almost
a
touch
of
apology
in
his
smile
,
the
apology
of
a
child
pleading
for
indulgence
,
but
there
was
also
an
adult
’
s
amusement
,
the
laughing
declaration
that
he
did
not
have
to
hide
his
struggle
,
since
it
was
happiness
that
he
was
wrestling
with
,
not
pain
.
She
backed
away
from
him
;
she
felt
as
if
emotion
had
flung
her
ahead
of
her
own
consciousness
,
and
questions
were
now
catching
up
with
her
,
groping
toward
the
form
of
words
.
"
Dagny
,
that
torture
you
’
ve
been
going
through
,
here
,
for
the
last
month
.
.
.
answer
me
as
honestly
as
you
can
.
.
.
do
you
think
you
could
have
borne
it
twelve
years
ago
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
answered
;
he
smiled
.
"
Why
do
you
ask
that
?
"
"
To
redeem
twelve
years
of
my
life
,
which
I
won
’
t
have
to
regret
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
And
"
—
her
questions
had
caught
up
with
her
—
"
and
what
do
you
know
about
my
torture
here
?
"
"
Dagny
,
aren
’
t
you
beginning
to
see
that
I
would
know
everything
about
it
?
"
