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"
Francisco
,
"
she
asked
,
not
looking
at
him
,
her
head
bent
,
"
why
did
you
ask
me
whether
I
could
have
given
it
up
twelve
years
ago
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
know
what
night
I
am
thinking
of
,
just
as
you
are
?
"
"
Yes
.
.
.
"
she
whispered
.
"
That
was
the
night
I
gave
up
d
’
Anconia
Copper
.
"
Slowly
,
with
a
long
effort
,
she
moved
her
head
to
glance
up
at
him
.
His
face
had
the
expression
she
had
seen
then
,
on
that
next
morning
,
twelve
years
ago
:
the
look
of
a
smile
,
though
he
was
not
smiling
,
the
quiet
look
of
victory
over
pain
,
the
look
of
a
man
’
s
pride
in
the
price
he
paid
and
in
that
which
made
it
worth
paying
.
"
But
you
didn
’
t
give
it
up
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
didn
’
t
quit
.
You
’
re
still
the
President
of
d
’
Anconia
Copper
,
only
it
means
nothing
to
you
now
.
"
"
It
means
as
much
to
me
now
as
it
did
that
night
.
"
"
Then
how
can
you
let
it
go
to
pieces
?
"
