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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

freshman cap would not appear until the following Monday. Those who were 

too obviously, too nervously at home were freshmen, for as each train 

brought a new contingent it was immediately absorbed into the hatless, 

white-shod, book-laden throng, whose function seemed to be to drift 

endlessly up and down the street, emitting great clouds of smoke 

from brand-new pipes. By afternoon Amory realized that now the 

newest arrivals were taking him for an upper classman, and he tried 

conscientiously to look both pleasantly blasť and casually critical, 

which was as near as he could analyze the prevalent facial expression. 

 

At five o'clock he felt the need of hearing his own voice, so he 

retreated to his house to see if any one else had arrived. Having 

climbed the rickety stairs he scrutinized his room resignedly, 

concluding that it was hopeless to attempt any more inspired decoration 

than class banners and tiger pictures. There was a tap at the door. 

 

"Come in!" 

 

A slim face with gray eyes and a humorous smile appeared in the doorway. 

 

"Got a hammer?" 

 

"No--sorry. Maybe Mrs. Twelve, or whatever she goes by, has one." 

 

The stranger advanced into the room. 

 

"You an inmate of this asylum?" 

 

Amory nodded. 

 

"Awful barn for the rent we pay." 

 

Amory had to agree that it was. 

 

"I thought of the campus," he said, "but they say there's so few 

freshmen that they're lost. Have to sit around and study for something 

to do." 

 

The gray-eyed man decided to introduce himself. 

 

"My name's Holiday." 

 

"Blaine's my name." 

 

They shook hands with the fashionable low swoop. Amory grinned. 

 

"Where'd you prep?" 

 

"Andover--where did you?" 

 

"St. Regis's." 

 

"Oh, did you? I had a cousin there." 

 

They discussed the cousin thoroughly, and then Holiday announced that he 

was to meet his brother for dinner at six. 

 

"Come along and have a bite with us." 

 

"All right." 

 

At the Kenilworth Amory met Burne Holiday--he of the gray eyes was 

Kerry--and during a limpid meal of thin soup and anaemic vegetables they 


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