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"
I
just
.
.
.
I
just
hope
you
don
’
t
run
into
trouble
.
"
"
What
trouble
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
the
way
things
are
nowadays
.
.
.
there
’
s
people
,
who
.
.
.
but
how
can
we
tell
?
.
.
.
anything
can
happen
.
.
.
.
"
"
What
trouble
?
"
Larkin
sat
hunched
,
looking
up
with
his
gentle
,
pleading
eyes
.
His
short
,
plumpish
figure
always
seemed
unprotected
and
incomplete
,
as
if
he
needed
a
shell
to
shrink
into
at
the
slightest
touch
.
His
wistful
eyes
,
his
lost
,
helpless
,
appealing
smile
served
as
substitute
for
the
shell
.
The
smile
was
disarming
,
like
that
of
a
boy
who
throws
himself
at
the
mercy
of
an
incomprehensible
universe
.
He
was
fifty
-
three
years
old
.
"
Your
public
relations
aren
’
t
any
too
good
,
Hank
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
’
ve
always
had
a
bad
press
.
"
"
So
what
?
"
"
You
’
re
not
popular
,
Hank
.
"
"
I
haven
’
t
heard
any
complaints
from
my
customers
.
"
"
That
’
s
not
what
I
mean
.
You
ought
to
hire
yourself
a
good
press
agent
to
sell
you
to
the
public
.
"
