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The Exploiters and the Exploited
Tearswererunningdownhercheeks,withnosound,withnofacialmovement,againstherresistance,beyondcontrol.
Shesawhimandsaiddryly,guiltily,inapology,"I’msorry,Mr.Rearden,"notattemptingthefutilepretenseofhidingherface.
Heapproachedher."Thankyou,"hesaidgently.
Shelookedupathim,astonished.
Hesmiled."Butdon’tyouthinkyou’reunderestimatingme,Gwen?Isn’tittoosoontocryoverme?"
"Icouldhavetakentherestofit,"shewhispered,"butthey"—shepointedatthenewspapersonherdesk—"they’recallingitavictoryforanti-greed."
Helaughedaloud."IcanseewheresuchadistortionoftheEnglishlanguagewouldmakeyoufurious,"hesaid."Butwhatelse?"
Asshelookedathim,hermouthrelaxedalittle.Thevictimwhomshecouldnotprotectwasheronlypointofreassuranceinaworlddissolvingaroundher.
Hemovedhishandgentlyacrossherforehead;itwasanunusualbreakofformalityforhim,andasilentacknowledgmentofthethingsatwhichhehadnotlaughed."Gohome,Gwen.Iwon’tneedyoutonight.I’mgoinghomemyselfinjustalittlewhile.No,Idon’twantyoutowait.
