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get into the big appliances. Everybody wants a TV.
Now, if you'd been on the ball, old buddy, you could
have had that store."
"I don't have your feel for the market," said
Hedgerow.
"You can sell anything to anybody; they don't have
to need it, or be able to afford it, or even want it, you
know that?"
"I've heard it said."
That was a long time ago. Everyone had assumed
then that Barnum would be gone in a few years—like
the divorcée. But fifteen had passed by, and now Limus
Barnum's feverish face leered at Dingleyans like an old
nightmare at least twice in the middle of movies on
"Midnight Cinema." Tyrone Power would kiss Loretta
Young, and then Barnum would yell at every insomniac
in town, "Spend time with Lime, and spend less!" They
were used to him.
Still, they had no idea why he stayed, though they
suspected he made a great deal of money by selling
fake Tiffany lamps and oak-veneered pine ice chests to
innocent New Yorkers on vacation, and by opening