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The Climax of the d’Anconias
Heapproached,hetookherinhisarms,hekissedhermouthandheldherforalongtime.Whenshelookedupathisface,hewassmilingdownatherconfidently,derisively.Itwasasmilethattoldherhewasincontrolofhimself,ofher,ofeverything,andorderedhertoforgetwhatshehadseeninthatfirstmoment."Hi,Slug,"hesaid.
Feelingcertainofnothingexceptthatshemustnotaskquestions,shesmiledandsaid,"Hi,Frisco."
Shecouldhaveunderstoodanychange,butnotthethingsshesaw.Therewasnosparkleoflifeinhisface,nohintofamusement;thefacehadbecomeimplacable.Thepleaofhisfirstsmilehadnotbeenapleaofweakness;hehadacquiredanairofdeterminationthatseemedmerciless.Heactedlikeamanwhostoodstraight,undertheweightofanunendurableburden.Shesawwhatshecouldnothavebelievedpossible:thattherewerelinesofbitternessinhisfaceandthathelookedtortured.
"Dagny,don’tbeastonishedbyanythingIdo,"hesaid,"orbyanythingImayeverdointhefuture."
Thatwastheonlyexplanationhegrantedher,thenproceededtoactasiftherewerenothingtoexplain.
Shecouldfeelnomorethanafaintanxiety;itwasimpossibletofeelfearforhisfateorinhispresence.Whenhelaughed,shethoughttheywerebackinthewoodsbytheHudson:hehadnotchangedandneverwould.
Thedinnerwasservedinhisroom.Shefounditamusingtofacehimacrossatablelaidoutwiththeicyformalitypertainingtoexcessivecost,inahotelroomdesignedasaEuropeanpalace.