Атлант расправил плечи
The Face without Pain or Fear or Guilt
"IseethatIhavenorighttoaskyouthesamequestion,"saidFrancisco.Sheknewwhateffortwasrequiredtoachievetheclear,tonelessqualityofhisvoice.HiseyeskeptreturningtoRearden’srighthand,asifhewerestillseeingthekeybetweenhisfingers.
"Thenanswerit,"saidRearden.
"Hank,anyquestionsyouwishtoaskshouldbeaskedofme,"shesaid.
Reardendidnotseemtoseeorhearher."Answerit,"herepeated.
"Thereisonlyoneanswerwhichyouwouldhavetherighttodemand,"saidFrancisco,"soIwillansweryouthatthatisnotthereasonofmypresencehere."
"Thereisonlyonereasonforyourpresenceinthehouseofanywoman,"saidRearden."AndImean,anywoman—asfarasyou’reconcerned.DoyouthinkthatIbelieveitnow,thatconfessionofyoursoranythingyoueversaidtome?"
"Ihavegivenyougroundsnottotrustme,butnonetoincludeMissTaggart."
"Don’ttellmethatyouhavenochancehere,neverhadandneverwill.Iknowit.ButthatIshouldfindyouhereonthefirst—"
"Hank,ifyouwishtoaccuseme—"shebegan,butReardenwhirledtoher.
"God,no,Dagny,Idon’t!Butyoushouldn’tbeseenspeakingtohim.Youshouldn’tdealwithhiminanyway.Youdon’tknowhim.Ido."HeturnedtoFrancisco.
