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           Thewordswerepartoftheplanshehadintendedtouse,ifshehadmethimafterhehadfoundtherosesinhiscompartment.

           Hedidnotanswer,hestoodwatchingher,frowning.

           "Imissedyou,Henry,IknowwhatIamconfessing.ButIdon’texpectittomeananythingtoyouanylonger."Thewordsdidnotfitthetightface,thelipsthatmovedwitheffort,theeyesthatkeptglancingawayfromhimdownthelengthoftheplatform."Iwanted...Imerelywantedtosurpriseyou."Alookofshrewdnessandpurposewasreturningtoherface.

           Hetookherarm,butshedrewback,alittletoosharply.

           "Aren’tyougoingtosayawordtome,Henry?"

           "Whatdoyouwishmetosay?"

           "Doyouhateitasmuchasthat—havingyourwifecometomeetyouatthestation?"Sheglanceddowntheplatform:DagnyTaggartwaswalkingtowardthem;hedidnotseeher.

           "Let’sgo,"hesaid.

           Shewouldnotmove."Doyou?"sheasked.

           "What?"

           "Doyouhateit?"

           "No,Idon’thateit.Imerelydon’tunderstandit."

           "Tellmeaboutyourtrip.I’msureyou’vehadaveryenjoyabletrip."

           "Comeon.Wecantalkathome.