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The Climax of the d’Anconias
Shelaughedathimonce,boastingthatshewasanoldemployeeofTaggartTranscontinental,whilehehadnotstartedtoworkforaliving.Hesaid,"Myfatherrefusestoletmeworkford‘AnconiaCopperuntilIgraduate.""Whendidyoulearntobeobedient?""Imustrespecthiswishes.Heistheownerofd’AnconiaCopper....Heisnot,however,theownerofallthecoppercompaniesintheworld."Therewasahintofsecretamusementinhissmile.
Shedidnotlearnthestoryuntilthenextfall,whenhehadgraduatedandreturnedtoNewYorkafteravisittohisfatherinBuenosAires.Thenhetoldherthathehadtakentwocoursesofeducationduringthelastfouryears:oneatthePatrickHenryUniversity,theotherinacopperfoundryontheoutskirtsofCleveland."Iliketolearnthingsformyself,"hesaid.Hehadstartedworkingatthefoundryasfurnaceboy,whenhewassixteen—andnow,attwenty,heownedit.Heacquiredhisfirsttitleofproperty,withtheaidofsomeinaccuracyabouthisage,onthedaywhenhereceivedhisuniversitydiploma,andhesentthembothtohisfather.
Heshowedheraphotographofthefoundry.Itwasasmall,grimyplace,disreputablewithage,batteredbyyearsofalosingstruggle;aboveitsentrancegate,likeanewflagonthemastofaderelict,hungthesign:d‘AnconiaCopper.