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Show -360- Chapter Txrenty-Fiye The Professor did not xant to risk getting another parking ticket, so he l e f t home a l i t t l e early, thinking he might be able to find space in Park Merced. As he drove by the campus, a l l xas as he had left i t the day before, and the weather xas nicer. There xas no xrind and no clouds, and the sun shone as brightly a: on a day in spring. He found a parking place, but, as he expected, not xrithout some effort. Ho drove up and doxm betxreen the high-rise apartments for about fifteen minutes before he sighted a car vacating one of the parking spaces. Be hurried to the spot and pulled in. Before locking the car, he made the decision to leave his overcoat and hat in i t . He xrould, a f t e r a l l , be gone only three or four hours. As he xalked the short distance to his place on the picket line, he thought xrhat a difference fine xreather made on his s p i r i t s . As he took his sign and began xalking back and forth, he raised his face to the sun and alloxred the xarm rays to exercise sooth his skin, t e l l i n g himself that the nscrmth and fresh a ir xrould be good for him. He breathed deeply and exhaled slowly as he xalked. Such exalted feeling did not last long. The elderly policeman xrho had yesterday delivered the order that lixyr stop picketing approached again. The document he handed them this time xas more formal and more forbidding. The Professor glanced at |