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The Concerto of Deliverance
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Franciscodrewhimselfupalittle,asifforasolemntask,hisfaceearnest,thesmileremainingonlyinhiseyes."Ihaveagreatdealtotellyou,"hesaid,"Butfirst,willyourepeatawordyouonceofferedmeandI...Ihadtoreject,becauseIknewthatIwasnotfreetoacceptit?"
Reardensmiled."Whatword,Francisco?"
Franciscoinclinedhisheadinacceptance,andanswered,"Thankyou,Hank."Thenheraisedhishead."NowI’lltellyouthethingsIhadcometosay,butdidnotfinish,thatnightwhenIcamehereforthefirsttime.Ithinkyou’rereadytohearit."
"Iam."
Theglareofsteelbeingpouredfromafurnaceshottotheskybeyondthewindow.Aredglowwentsweepingslowlyoverthewallsoftheoffice,overtheemptydesk,overRearden’sface,asifinsaluteandfarewell.
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