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The Aristocracy of pull
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"Whowastheotherpersongladtoseeyou?"
Franciscoshruggedandsaidlightly,"Awoman."
ReardennoticedthatFranciscohadledhimaside,awayfromthegroup,insoskillfullynaturalamannerthatneitherhenortheothershadknownitwasbeingdoneintentionally.
"Ididn’texpecttofindyouhere,"saidFrancisco."Youshouldn’thavecometothisparty."
"Whynot?"
"MayIaskwhatmadeyoucome?"
"Mywifewasanxioustoaccepttheinvitation."
"ForgivemeifIputitinsuchform,butitwouldhavebeenmoreproperandlessdangerousifshehadaskedyoutotakeheronatourofwhorehouses."
"Whatdangerareyoutalkingabout?"
"Mr.Rearden,youdonotknowthesepeople’swayofdoingbusinessorhowtheyinterpretyourpresencehere.Inyourcode,butnotintheirs,acceptingaman’shospitalityisatokenofgoodwill,adeclarationthatyouandyourhoststandontermsofacivilizedrelationship.
Don’tgivethemthatkindofsanction."
"Thenwhydidyoucomehere?"
Franciscoshruggedgaily."Oh,I—itdoesn’tmatterwhatIdo.I’monlyapartyhound."
"Whatareyoudoingatthisparty?"
"Justlookingforconquests.