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The Aristocracy of pull
Theybothwhirledtohim.Lilliansawnothingin"hisface;Dagnysawtorture.
"Itisn’tnecessary,Hank,"shesaid.
"Itis—forme,"heansweredcoldly,notlookingather;hewaslookingatLillianinthemannerofacommandthatcouldnotbedisobeyed.
Lillianstudiedhisfacewithmildastonishment,butwithoutanxietyoranger,likeapersonconfrontedbyapuzzleofnosignificance.
"Butofcourse,"shesaidcomplaisantly,hervoicesmoothandconfidentagain."Pleaseacceptmyapology,MissTaggart,ifIgaveyoutheimpressionthatIsuspectedtheexistenceofarelationshipwhichIwouldconsiderimprobableforyouand—frommyknowledgeofhisinclinations—impossibleformyhusband."
Sheturnedandwalkedawayindifferently,leavingthemtogether,asifindeliberateproofofherwords.
Dagnystoodstill,hereyesclosed;shewasthinkingofthenightwhenLillianhadgivenherthebracelet.Hehadtakenhiswife’sside,then;hehadtakenhers,now.Ofthethreeofthem,shewastheonlyonewhounderstoodfullywhatthismeant.
"Whateveristheworstyoumaywishtosaytome,youwillberight."
Sheheardhimandopenedhereyes.Hewaslookingathercoldly,hisfaceharsh,allowingnosignofpainorapologytosuggestahopeofforgiveness.
"Dearest,don’ttortureyourselflikethat,"shesaid."Iknewthatyou’remarried.