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"
I
’
ll
always
wait
for
you
,
no
matter
what
we
do
,
either
one
of
us
.
"
The
sound
they
heard
was
the
turning
of
a
key
in
the
lock
of
the
entrance
door
.
The
door
opened
and
Hank
Rearden
came
in
.
He
stopped
briefly
on
the
threshold
,
then
walked
slowly
into
the
living
room
,
his
hand
slipping
the
key
into
his
pocket
.
She
knew
that
he
had
seen
Francisco
’
s
face
before
he
had
seen
hers
.
He
glanced
at
her
,
but
his
eyes
came
back
to
Francisco
,
as
if
this
were
the
only
face
he
was
now
able
to
see
.
It
was
at
Francisco
’
s
face
that
she
was
afraid
to
look
.
The
effort
she
made
to
pull
her
glance
along
the
curve
of
a
few
steps
felt
as
if
she
were
pulling
a
weight
beyond
her
power
.
Francisco
had
risen
to
his
feet
,
as
if
in
the
unhurried
,
automatic
manner
of
a
d
’
Anconia
trained
to
the
code
of
courtesy
.
There
was
nothing
that
Rearden
could
see
in
his
face
.
But
what
she
saw
in
it
was
worse
than
she
had
feared
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
asked
Rearden
,
in
the
tone
one
would
use
to
address
a
menial
caught
in
a
drawing
room
.
"
I
see
that
I
have
no
right
to
ask
you
the
same
question
,
"
said
Francisco
.
She
knew
what
effort
was
required
to
achieve
the
clear
,
toneless
quality
of
his
voice
.
His
eyes
kept
returning
to
Rearden
’
s
right
hand
,
as
if
he
were
still
seeing
the
key
between
his
fingers
.
"
Then
answer
it
,
"
said
Rearden
.
"
Hank
,
any
questions
you
wish
to
ask
should
be
asked
of
me
,
"
she
said
.
