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"
You
'll
stay
here
till
after
election
,
"
Byerley
told
him
.
"
It
would
be
better
to
have
you
out
of
the
way
if
things
take
a
bad
turn
.
"
The
hoarse
voice
that
twisted
painfully
out
of
John
's
crooked
mouth
might
have
had
accents
of
concern
in
it
.
"
There
's
danger
of
violence
?
"
"
The
Fundamentalists
threaten
it
,
so
I
suppose
there
is
,
in
a
theoretical
sense
.
But
I
really
do
n't
expect
it
.
The
Fundies
have
no
real
power
.
They
're
just
the
continuous
irritant
factor
that
might
stir
up
a
riot
after
a
while
.
You
do
n't
mind
staying
here
?
Please
.
I
wo
n't
be
myself
if
I
have
to
worry
about
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
'll
stay
.
You
still
think
it
will
go
well
?
"
"
I
'm
sure
of
it
.
No
one
bothered
you
at
the
place
?
"
"
No
one
.
I
'm
certain
.
"
"
And
your
part
went
well
?
"
"
Well
enough
.
There
'll
be
no
trouble
there
.
"
"
Then
take
care
of
yourself
,
and
watch
the
televisor
tomorrow
,
John
.
"
Byerley
pressed
the
gnarled
hand
that
rested
on
his
.
