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The Climax of the d’Anconias
Dagny,runtothehouseandbringmeacleanbandage."
Jimwatchedthem.Theylefthimalone,buttheyoftensawhimstandinginthedistance,watchingFranciscowithapeculiarkindofintensity.
HeseldomspokeinFrancisco’spresence.ButhewouldcornerDagnyandhewouldsmilederisively,saying,"Allthoseairsyouputon,pretendingthatyou’reanironwomanwithamindofherown!You’reaspinelessdishrag,that’sallyouare.It’sdisgusting,thewayyouletthatconceitedpunkorderyouabout.Hecantwistyouaroundhislittlefinger.Youhaven’tanyprideatall.Thewayyourunwhenhewhistlesandwaitonhim!Whydon’tyoushinehisshoes?""Becausehehasn’ttoldmeto,"sheanswered.
Franciscocouldwinanygameinanylocalcontest.Heneverenteredcontests.Hecouldhaveruledthejuniorcountryclub.Henevercamewithinsightoftheirclubhouse,ignoringtheireagerattemptstoenrollthemostfamousheirintheworld.DagnyandEddiewerehisonlyfriends.Theycouldnottellwhethertheyownedhimorwereownedbyhimcompletely;itmadenodifference:eitherconceptmadethemhappy.
Thethreeofthemsetouteverymorningonadventuresoftheirownkind.Once,anelderlyprofessorofliterature,Mrs.Taggart’sfriend,sawthemontopofapileinajunkyard,dismantlingthecarcassofanautomobile.Hestopped,shookhisheadandsaidtoFrancisco,"Ayoungmanofyourpositionoughttospendhistimeinlibraries,absorbingthecultureoftheworld.""WhatdoyouthinkI’mdoing?"askedFrancisco.