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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

 

A moment by an inn of lamps and shades, a yellow inn under a 

yellow moon--then silence, where crescendo laughter fades... the 

car swung out again to the winds of June, mellowed the shadows 

where the distance grew, then crushed the yellow shadows into 

blue.... 

 

 

They jolted to a stop, and Amory peered up, startled. A woman was 

standing beside the road, talking to Alec at the wheel. Afterward 

he remembered the harpy effect that her old kimono gave her, and the 

cracked hollowness of her voice as she spoke: 

 

"You Princeton boys?" 

 

"Yes." 

 

"Well, there's one of you killed here, and two others about dead." 

 

"_My God!_" 

 

"Look!" She pointed and they gazed in horror. Under the full light of 

a roadside arc-light lay a form, face downward in a widening circle of 

blood. 

 

They sprang from the car. Amory thought of the back of that head--that 

hair--that hair... and then they turned the form over. 

 

"It's Dick--Dick Humbird!" 

 

"Oh, Christ!" 

 

"Feel his heart!" 

 

Then the insistent voice of the old crone in a sort of croaking triumph: 

 

"He's quite dead, all right. The car turned over. Two of the men that 

weren't hurt just carried the others in, but this one's no use." 

 

Amory rushed into the house and the rest followed with a limp mass that 

they laid on the sofa in the shoddy little front parlor. Sloane, with 

his shoulder punctured, was on another lounge. He was half delirious, 

and kept calling something about a chemistry lecture at 8:10. 

 

"I don't know what happened," said Ferrenby in a strained voice. "Dick 

was driving and he wouldn't give up the wheel; we told him he'd been 

drinking too much--then there was this damn curve--oh, my _God!_..." He 

threw himself face downward on the floor and broke into dry sobs. 

 

The doctor had arrived, and Amory went over to the couch, where some 

one handed him a sheet to put over the body. With a sudden hardness, he 

raised one of the hands and let it fall back inertly. The brow was cold 

but the face not expressionless. He looked at the shoe-laces--Dick had 

tied them that morning. _He_ had tied them--and now he was this heavy 


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