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           Thewomanturnedaway,ashudderrunningthroughthefleshofhercheeksandthroughtheangrytremorofhervoice:"Well,it’scertainlyafunnywaytotalkataparty!"

           Aportlymanwithevasiveeyessaidloudly,histoneofforcedcheerfulnesssuggestingthathissoleconcerninanyissuewasnottoletitbecomeunpleasant,"Ifthisisthewayyoufeelaboutmoney,senor,IthinkI’mdarngladthatI’vegotagoodlypieceofd’AnconiaCopperstock."

           Franciscosaidgravely,"Isuggestthatyouthinktwice,sir."

           Reardenstartedtowardhim—andFrancisco,whohadnotseemedtolookinhisdirection,movedtomeethimatonce,asiftheothershadneverexisted.

           "Hello,"saidReardensimply,easily,astoachildhoodfriend;hewassmiling.

           HesawhisownsmilereflectedinFrancisco’sface."Hello."

           "Iwanttospeaktoyou."

           "TowhomdoyouthinkI’vebeenspeakingforthelastquarterofanhour?"

           Reardenchuckled,inthemannerofacknowledginganopponent’sround."Ididn’tthinkyouhadnoticedme."

           "Inoticed,whenIcamein,thatyouwereoneoftheonlytwopersonsinthisroomwhoweregladtoseeme."

           "Aren’tyoubeingpresumptuous?"

           "No—grateful.