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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

 

With a bound Amory was out of bed, scattering the bureau cover's burden 

on the floor. The coast... he hadn't seen it for years, since he and his 

mother were on their pilgrimage. 

 

"Who's going?" he demanded as he wriggled into his B. V. D.'s. 

 

"Oh, Dick Humbird and Kerry Holiday and Jesse Ferrenby and--oh about 

five or six. Speed it up, kid!" 

 

In ten minutes Amory was devouring cornflakes in Renwick's, and at 

nine-thirty they bowled happily out of town, headed for the sands of 

Deal Beach. 

 

"You see," said Kerry, "the car belongs down there. In fact, it was 

stolen from Asbury Park by persons unknown, who deserted it in Princeton 

and left for the West. Heartless Humbird here got permission from the 

city council to deliver it." 

 

"Anybody got any money?" suggested Ferrenby, turning around from the 

front seat. 

 

There was an emphatic negative chorus. 

 

"That makes it interesting." 

 

"Money--what's money? We can sell the car." 

 

"Charge him salvage or something." 

 

"How're we going to get food?" asked Amory. 

 

"Honestly," answered Kerry, eying him reprovingly, "do you doubt Kerry's 

ability for three short days? Some people have lived on nothing for 

years at a time. Read the Boy Scout Monthly." 

 

"Three days," Amory mused, "and I've got classes." 

 

"One of the days is the Sabbath." 

 

"Just the same, I can only cut six more classes, with over a month and a 

half to go." 

 

"Throw him out!" 

 

"It's a long walk back." 

 

"Amory, you're running it out, if I may coin a new phrase." 

 

"Hadn't you better get some dope on yourself, Amory?" 

 

Amory subsided resignedly and drooped into a contemplation of the 

scenery. Swinburne seemed to fit in somehow. 

 

 

"Oh, winter's rains and ruins are over, 

And all the seasons of snows and sins; 

The days dividing lover and lover, 

The light that loses, the night that wins; 

And time remembered is grief forgotten, 

And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, 

And in green underwood and cover, 

Blossom by blossom the spring begins. 

 

"The full streams feed on flower of--" 


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