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He
was
looking
straight
at
her
.
She
lowered
her
eyes
.
He
remained
silent
;
when
he
spoke
again
,
his
voice
was
gay
.
"
The
worst
thing
about
people
is
not
the
insults
they
hand
out
,
but
the
compliments
.
I
couldn
’
t
bear
the
kind
they
spouted
tonight
,
particularly
when
they
kept
saying
how
much
everybody
needs
me
—
they
,
the
city
,
the
country
and
the
whole
world
,
I
guess
.
Apparently
,
their
idea
of
the
height
of
glory
is
to
deal
with
people
who
need
them
.
I
can
’
t
stand
people
who
need
me
.
"
He
glanced
at
her
.
"
Do
you
need
me
?
"
She
answered
,
her
voice
earnest
,
"
Desperately
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
No
.
Not
the
way
I
meant
.
You
didn
’
t
say
it
the
way
they
do
.
"
"
How
did
I
say
it
?
"
"
Like
a
trader
—
who
pays
for
what
he
wants
.
They
say
it
like
beggars
who
use
a
tin
cup
as
a
claim
check
.
"
"
I
.
.
.
pay
for
it
,
Hank
?
"
"
Don
’
t
look
innocent
.
You
know
exactly
what
I
mean
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
whispered
;
she
was
smiling
.
"
Oh
,
to
hell
with
them
!
"
he
said
happily
,
stretching
his
legs
,
shifting
the
position
of
his
body
on
the
couch
,
stressing
the
luxury
of
relaxation
.
"
I
’
m
no
good
as
a
public
figure
.
Anyway
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
now
.
