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           "There’sdangerofviolence?"

           "TheFundamentaliststhreatenit,soIsupposethereis,inatheoreticalsense.ButIreallydon’texpectit.TheFundieshavenorealpower.They’rejustthecontinuousirritantfactorthatmightstirupariotafterawhile.Youdon’tmindstayinghere?Please.Iwon’tbemyselfifIhavetoworryaboutyou."

           "Oh,I’llstay.Youstillthinkitwillgowell?"

           "I’msureofit.Noonebotheredyouattheplace?"

           "Noone.I’mcertain."

           "Andyourpartwentwell?"

           "Wellenough.There’llbenotroublethere."

           "Thentakecareofyourself,andwatchthetelevisortomorrow,John."Byerleypressedthegnarledhandthatrestedonhis.

           Lenton’sforeheadwasafurrowedstudyinsuspense.HehadthecompletelyunenviablejobofbeingByerley’scampaignmanagerinacampaignthatwasn’tacampaign,forapersonthatrefusedtorevealhisstrategy,andrefusedtoaccepthismanager’s.

           "Youcan’t!"Itwashisfavoritephrase.Ithadbecomehisonlyphrase."Itellyou,Steve,youcan’t!"

           Hethrewhimselfinfrontoftheprosecutor,whowasspendinghistimeleafingthroughthetypedpagesofhisspeech.

           "Putthatdown,Steve.Look,thatmobhasbeenorganizedbytheFundies.Youwon’tgetahearing.You’llbestonedmorelikely.Whydoyouhavetomakeaspeechbeforeanaudience?What’swrongwitharecording,avisualrecording?"

           "Youwantmetowintheelection,don’tyou?"askedByerley,mildly.

           "Wintheelection!You’renotgoingtowin,Steve.I’mtryingtosaveyourlife."

           "Oh,I’mnotindanger."