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The Aristocracy of pull
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"Why,no,Ican’tsaythatIdid,Ihadnotseenmybrother’sguestlist."
"Thenwhyareyouwearingthatbracelet?"
Dagny’seyesmoveddeliberatelystraighttohers."Ialwayswearit."
"Don’tyouthinkthatthat’scarryingajoketoofar?"
"Itwasneverajoke,Mrs.Rearden."
"Thenyou’llunderstandmeifIsaythatI’dlikeyoutogivethatbraceletbacktome."
"Iunderstandyou.ButIwillnotgiveitback."
Lillianletamomentpass,asiftoletthembothacknowledgethemeaningoftheirsilence.Foronce,sheheldDagny’sglancewithoutsmiling."Whatdoyouexpectmetothink,MissTaggart?"
"Anythingyouwish."
"Whatisyourmotive?"
"Youknewmymotivewhenyougavemethebracelet."
LillianglancedatRearden.Hisfacewasexpressionless;shesawnoreaction,nohintofintentiontohelpherorstopher,nothingbutanattentivenessthatmadeherfeelasifshewerestandinginaspotlight.
Hersmilecameback,asaprotectiveshield,anamused,patronizingsmile,intendedtoconvertthesubjectintoadrawing-roomissueagain."I’msure,MissTaggart,thatyourealizehowenormouslyimproperthisis."
"No."
"Butsurelyyouknowthatyouaretakingadangerousanduglyrisk."
"No.
