"
"I--I guess it is from seeing so much around me all the time that it's
in me so to suspect."
"Oh, it's in you all right. Gawalmighty knows that!"
"You see, it's because I've seen so much all my life. That's why it's
been so grand these last years since I'm alone and--and away from it.
Nothing to fear. My own little room and my own little job and me not
getting heart failure every time I recognize a plain-clothes man on the
beat or hear a night stick on the sidewalk jerk me out of my sleep.
Getaway, don't do anything bad. You had one narrow escape. You're
finger-printed. Headquarters wouldn't give you the benefit of a doubt if
there was one. Don't--Getaway!"
"Yah, stay straight and you'll stay lonesome."
"Money wouldn't make no difference with me, anyway, if everything else
wasn't all right. Nothing can be pink to me even if it is pink, unless
it's honest. That's why I hold back, Getaway--there's things in you
I--can't trust."
"Yah, fine chance of you holding back if I was to come rolling up to
your door in a six-cylinder--"
"I tell you, no! If I was that way I wouldn't be holding down the same
old job at the factory.
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