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"
And
don
’
t
think
that
Mike
doesn
’
t
!
He
pays
with
twenty
-
four
hours
of
work
every
day
,
seven
days
a
week
,
trying
to
teach
a
few
of
us
how
to
play
with
matches
without
getting
burned
.
Jill
and
Patty
lowered
the
boom
on
him
,
started
making
him
take
one
night
a
week
off
,
long
before
I
joined
up
.
"
Caxton
smiled
.
"
But
you
can
’
t
stop
Mike
.
This
burg
is
loaded
with
gambling
joints
,
no
doubt
you
know
,
and
most
of
them
crooked
since
it
’
s
against
the
law
here
.
Mike
usually
spends
his
night
off
bucking
crooked
games
–
and
winning
.
Picks
up
ten
,
twenty
,
thirty
thousand
dollars
a
night
.
They
tried
to
mug
him
,
they
tried
to
kill
him
,
they
tried
knock
-
out
drops
and
muscle
boys
–
nothing
worked
;
he
simply
ran
up
a
reputation
as
the
luckiest
man
in
town
?
which
brought
more
people
into
the
Temple
;
they
wanted
to
see
this
man
who
always
won
.
So
they
tried
to
shut
him
out
of
the
games
–
which
was
a
mistake
.
Their
cold
decks
froze
solid
,
their
wheels
wouldn
’
t
spin
,
their
dice
would
roll
nothing
but
box
cars
.
At
last
they
started
putting
up
with
him
?
and
requesting
him
politely
to
please
move
along
after
he
had
won
a
few
grand
.
Mike
would
always
do
so
,
if
asked
politely
.
"
Caxton
added
,
"
Of
course
that
’
s
one
more
power
bloc
we
’
ve
got
against
us
.
Not
just
the
Fosterites
and
some
of
the
other
churches
–
but
the
gambling
syndicate
and
the
city
political
machine
.
I
rather
suppose
that
job
done
on
the
Temple
was
by
professionals
brought
in
from
out
of
town
–
I
doubt
if
the
Fosterite
goon
squads
touched
it
.
Too
professional
.
"
While
they
talked
,
people
came
in
,
went
out
again
,
formed
groups
themselves
or
joined
Jubal
and
Ben
.
Jubal
found
in
them
a
most
unusual
feeling
,
an
unhurried
relaxation
that
at
the
same
time
was
a
dynamic
tension
.
No
one
seemed
excited
,
never
in
a
hurry
?
yet
everything
they
did
seemed
purposeful
,
even
gestures
as
apparently
accidental
and
unpremeditated
as
encountering
one
another
and
marking
it
with
a
kiss
or
a
greeting
–
or
sometimes
not
.
It
felt
to
Jubal
as
if
each
move
had
been
planned
by
a
master
choreographer
?
yet
obviously
was
not
.
The
quiet
and
the
increasing
tension
–
or
rather
"
expectancy
,
"
he
decided
;
these
people
were
not
tense
in
any
morbid
fashion
–
reminded
Jubal
of
something
he
had
known
in
the
past
.
Surgery
?
With
a
master
at
work
,
no
noise
,
no
lost
motions
?
A
little
.
Then
he
recalled
it
.
Once
,
many
years
earlier
when
gigantic
chemically
powered
rockets
were
used
for
the
earliest
probing
of
space
from
the
third
planet
,
he
had
watched
a
count
-
down
in
a
block
house
?
and
he
recalled
now
the
same
low
voices
,
the
same
relaxed
,
very
diverse
but
coordinated
actions
,
the
same
rising
exultant
expectancy
as
the
count
grew
ever
smaller
.
They
were
"
waiting
for
fullness
,
"
that
was
certain
.
But
for
what
?
Why
were
they
so
happy
?
Their
Temple
and
all
they
had
built
had
just
been
destroyed
?
yet
they
seemed
like
kids
on
the
night
before
Christmas
.
Jubal
had
noted
in
passing
,
when
he
arrived
,
that
the
nudity
Ben
had
been
so
disturbed
by
on
his
abortive
first
visit
to
the
Nest
did
not
seem
to
be
the
practice
in
this
surrogate
Nest
,
although
private
enough
in
location
.
Then
Jubal
realized
later
that
he
had
failed
to
notice
such
cases
when
they
did
appear
;
he
had
himself
become
so
much
in
the
unique
close
-
family
mood
of
the
place
that
being
dressed
or
not
had
become
an
unnoticeable
irrelevancy
.
When
he
did
notice
,
it
was
not
skin
but
the
thickest
,
most
beautiful
cascade
of
black
hair
he
had
ever
seen
,
gracing
a
young
woman
who
came
in
,
spoke
to
someone
,
threw
Ben
a
kiss
,
glanced
gravely
at
Jubal
,
and
left
.
Jubal
followed
her
with
his
eyes
,
appreciating
that
flowing
mass
of
midnight
plumage
.
Only
after
she
left
did
he
realize
that
she
had
not
been
dressed
other
than
in
her
queenly
crowning
glory
?
and
then
realized
,
too
,
that
she
was
not
the
first
of
his
brothers
in
that
fashion
.
Ben
noticed
his
glance
.
"
That
’
s
Ruth
,
"
he
said
.
"
New
high
priestess
.
She
and
her
husband
have
been
away
,
clear
on
the
other
coast
–
their
mission
was
to
prepare
a
branch
temple
,
I
think
.
I
’
m
glad
they
’
re
back
.
It
’
s
beginning
to
look
as
if
the
whole
family
will
be
home
at
once
–
like
an
oldfashioned
Christmas
dinner
.
"
"
Beautiful
head
of
hair
.
I
wish
she
had
tarried
.
"
