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"
My
purpose
.
.
.
was
not
.
.
.
a
matter
of
business
.
"
"
Then
what
was
it
?
"
"
If
you
still
care
to
believe
me
,
I
can
tell
you
only
that
it
involved
no
.
.
.
betrayal
of
any
kind
.
"
"
Do
you
think
that
you
may
still
discuss
betrayal
,
in
my
presence
?
"
"
I
will
answer
you
some
day
.
I
cannot
answer
you
now
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
like
to
be
reminded
of
it
,
do
you
?
You
’
ve
stayed
away
from
me
since
,
haven
’
t
you
?
You
didn
’
t
expect
to
see
me
here
?
You
didn
’
t
want
to
face
me
?
"
But
he
knew
that
Francisco
was
facing
him
as
no
one
else
did
these
days
—
he
saw
the
eyes
held
straight
to
meet
his
,
the
features
composed
,
without
emotion
,
without
defense
or
appeal
,
set
to
endure
whatever
was
coming
—
he
saw
the
open
,
unprotected
look
of
courage
—
this
was
the
face
of
the
man
he
had
loved
,
the
man
who
had
set
him
free
of
guilt
—
and
he
found
himself
fighting
against
the
knowledge
that
this
face
still
held
him
,
above
all
else
,
above
his
month
of
impatience
for
the
sight
of
Dagny
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
defend
yourself
,
if
you
have
nothing
to
hide
?
Why
are
you
here
?
Why
were
you
stunned
to
see
me
enter
?
"
"
Hank
,
stop
it
!
"
Dagny
’
s
voice
was
a
cry
,
and
she
drew
back
,
knowing
that
violence
was
the
most
dangerous
element
to
introduce
into
this
moment
.
Both
men
turned
to
her
.
"
Please
let
me
be
the
one
to
answer
,
"
Francisco
said
quietly
.
"
I
told
you
that
I
hoped
I
’
d
never
see
him
again
,
"
said
Rearden
.
