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"
Why
not
?
I
want
it
to
be
in
her
presence
,
since
this
is
the
one
place
you
had
no
right
to
come
.
I
have
nothing
left
to
protect
from
you
,
you
’
ve
taken
more
than
the
looters
can
ever
take
,
you
’
ve
destroyed
everything
you
’
ve
touched
,
but
here
is
one
thing
you
’
re
not
going
to
touch
.
"
He
knew
that
the
rigid
absence
of
emotion
in
Francisco
’
s
face
was
the
strongest
evidence
of
emotion
,
the
evidence
of
some
abnormal
effort
at
control
—
he
knew
that
this
was
torture
and
that
he
,
Rearden
,
was
driven
blindly
by
a
feeling
which
resembled
a
torturer
’
s
enjoyment
,
except
that
he
was
now
unable
to
tell
whether
he
was
torturing
Francisco
or
himself
.
"
You
’
re
worse
than
the
looters
,
because
you
betray
with
full
understanding
of
that
which
you
’
re
betraying
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
form
of
corruption
is
your
motive
—
but
I
want
you
to
learn
that
there
are
things
beyond
your
reach
,
beyond
your
aspiration
or
your
malice
.
"
"
You
have
nothing
.
.
.
to
fear
from
me
.
.
.
now
.
"
"
I
want
you
to
learn
that
you
are
not
to
think
of
her
,
not
to
look
at
her
,
not
to
approach
her
.
Of
all
men
,
it
’
s
you
who
’
re
not
to
appear
in
her
presence
.
"
He
knew
that
he
was
driven
by
a
desperate
anger
at
his
own
feeling
for
this
man
,
that
the
feeling
still
lived
,
that
it
was
this
feeling
which
he
had
to
outrage
and
destroy
.
"
Whatever
your
motive
,
it
’
s
from
any
contact
with
you
that
she
has
to
be
protected
.
"
"
If
I
gave
you
my
word
—
"
He
stopped
.
Rearden
chuckled
.
"
I
know
what
they
mean
,
your
words
,
your
convictions
,
your
friendship
and
your
oath
by
the
only
woman
you
ever
—
"
He
stopped
.
They
all
knew
what
this
meant
,
in
the
same
instant
that
Rearden
knew
it
.
He
made
a
step
toward
Francisco
;
he
asked
,
pointing
at
Dagny
,
his
voice
low
and
strangely
unlike
his
own
voice
,
as
if
it
neither
came
from
nor
were
addressed
to
a
living
person
,
"
Is
this
the
woman
you
love
?
"
Francisco
closed
his
eyes
.
"
Don
’
t
ask
him
that
!
"
The
cry
was
Dagny
’
s
.
