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above a young girl's bureau.
Ransom had to admit that Lance was much betterlooking
than Arthur, his future son-in-law. Lance with
his chestnut hair like Beanie's, with her warm brown
eyes, most of all with her—Ransom searched for a
word—her physicalness. Still, he preferred Arthur,
who, like Winslow, was contained and containable, and
who called him "Mr. Ransom."
Cecil Hedgerow entered the bank and joined them
at the teller's counter. "What are you doing in here,
Cecil? Trying to mooch a loan for a cabin cruiser?"
Lance grinned.
"No, Ransom is too hard a trout to land. I'll stick to
pike."
"And not pikers, eh?" joked Ransom, who matched
his manner to his material if possible and was so
inoffensive that he could refuse loans to people who
then advised him to run for governor to make the state
the kind of place in which they could get their loans
approved. "Good to see you, Cecil." The hand swung
out from the broad Brooks Brothers shoulder and
shook Hedgerow's, then the banker returned to his