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           "

           Philiphadnotcalledforanappointment—butnowtherehewasagain,slouchingamongthegiantshapesofthefurnaces,withanairofguiltandsnobbishnesstogether,asifhewerebothsnoopingandslumming.

           "ButIdohavesomethingtosay!Ido!"hecriedhastily,inanswertotheangryfrownonRearden’sface.

           "Whydidn’tyoucometomyoffice?"

           "Youdon’twantmeinyouroffice."

           "Idon’twantyouhere,either."

           "ButI’monly...I’monlytryingtobeconsiderateandnottotakeyourtimewhenyou’resobusyand...youareverybusy,aren’tyou?"

           "And?"

           "And...well,Ijustwantedtocatchyouinasparemoment...totalktoyou."

           "Aboutwhat?"

           "I...Well,Ineedajob."

           Hesaiditbelligerentlyanddrewbackalittle.Reardenstoodlookingathimblankly.

           "Henry,Iwantajob.Imean,here,atthemills.Iwantyoutogivemesomethingtodo.Ineedajob,Ineedtoearnmyliving.

           I’mtiredofalms."Hewasgropingforsomethingtosay,hisvoicebothoffendedandpleading,asifthenecessitytojustifythepleawereanunfairimpositionuponhim."Iwantalivelihoodofmyown,I’mnotaskingyouforcharity,I’maskingyoutogivemeachance!"

           "Thisisafactory,Philip,notagamblingjoint.