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The Concerto of Deliverance
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There,acrosstheroom,stoodatablewithatelephone,thesametable,mostlikely,andthesameinstrument—andsuddenlyReardenfeltasifhewereseeingtheconvulsedfigureofamanbentoverthattelephone,amanwhohadthenknownwhathe,Rearden,wasnowbeginningtolearn,amanfightingtorefusehimthesamerequestwhichhewasnowrefusingtothepresenttenantsofthisroom—hesawthefinishofthatfight,aman’storturedfaceliftedtoconfronthimandadesperatevoicesayingsteadily:"Mr.Rearden,Isweartoyou...bythewomanIlove...thatIamyourfriend."
Thiswastheacthehadthencalledtreason,andthiswasthemanhehadrejectedinordertogoonservingthemenconfrontinghimnow.
Who,then,hadbeenthetraitor?—hethought;hethoughtitalmostwithoutfeeling,withoutrighttofeel,consciousofnothingbutasolemnlyreverentclarity.Whohadchosentogiveitspresenttenantsthemeanstoacquirethisroom?Whomhadhesacrificedandtowhoseprofit?
"Mr.Rearden!"moanedLawson."What’sthematter?"
Heturnedhishead,sawLawson’seyeswatchinghimfearfullyandguessedwhatlookLawsonhadcaughtinhisface.
"Wedon’twanttoseizeyourmills!"criedMouch.
"Wedon’twanttodepriveyouofyourproperty!"criedDr.Ferris.
"Youdon’tunderstandus!"
"I’mbeginningto.
