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His
face
was
grave
and
calm
;
the
look
of
happiness
was
gone
,
but
the
amusement
of
the
playboy
had
not
returned
.
He
looked
as
if
all
masks
were
down
,
he
looked
direct
,
tightly
disciplined
,
intent
upon
a
purpose
,
he
looked
like
a
man
able
to
know
the
earnestness
of
action
,
as
she
had
once
expected
him
to
look
—
he
had
never
seemed
so
attractive
as
he
did
in
this
moment
—
and
she
noted
,
in
astonishment
,
her
sudden
feeling
that
he
was
not
a
man
who
had
deserted
her
,
but
a
man
whom
she
had
deserted
.
"
Dagny
,
are
you
able
to
talk
about
it
now
?
"
"
Yes
—
if
you
wish
.
Come
in
.
"
He
glanced
briefly
at
her
living
room
,
her
home
which
he
had
never
entered
,
then
his
eyes
came
back
to
her
.
He
was
watching
her
attentively
.
He
seemed
to
know
that
the
quiet
simplicity
of
her
manner
was
the
worst
of
all
signs
for
his
purpose
,
that
it
was
like
a
spread
of
ashes
where
no
flicker
of
pain
could
be
revived
,
that
even
pain
would
have
been
a
form
of
fire
.
"
Sit
down
,
Francisco
.
"
She
remained
standing
before
him
,
as
if
consciously
letting
him
see
that
she
had
nothing
to
hide
,
not
even
the
weariness
of
her
posture
,
the
price
she
had
paid
for
this
day
and
her
carelessness
of
price
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
stop
you
now
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
you
’
ve
made
your
choice
.
But
if
there
’
s
one
chance
left
to
stop
you
,
it
’
s
a
chance
I
have
to
take
.
"
She
shook
her
head
slowly
.
"
There
isn
’
t
.
And
—
what
for
,
Francisco
?
You
’
ve
given
up
.
What
difference
does
it
make
to
you
whether
I
perish
with
the
railroad
or
away
from
it
?
"
