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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

in the party. In fact, it would be, perhaps, the thing to do in order to 

keep an eye on Sloane, who was not in a state to do his own thinking. So 

he took Axia's arm and, piling intimately into a taxicab, they drove out 

over the hundreds and drew up at a tall, white-stone apartment-house. 

... Never would he forget that street.... It was a broad street, lined 

on both sides with just such tall, white-stone buildings, dotted with 

dark windows; they stretched along as far as the eye could see, flooded 

with a bright moonlight that gave them a calcium pallor. He imagined 

each one to have an elevator and a colored hall-boy and a key-rack; each 

one to be eight stories high and full of three and four room suites. He 

was rather glad to walk into the cheeriness of Phoebe's living-room and 

sink onto a sofa, while the girls went rummaging for food. 

 

"Phoebe's great stuff," confided Sloane, sotto voce. 

 

"I'm only going to stay half an hour," Amory said sternly. He wondered 

if it sounded priggish. 

 

"Hell y' say," protested Sloane. "We're here now--don't le's rush." 

 

"I don't like this place," Amory said sulkily, "and I don't want any 

food." 

 

Phoebe reappeared with sandwiches, brandy bottle, siphon, and four 

glasses. 

 

"Amory, pour 'em out," she said, "and we'll drink to Fred Sloane, who 

has a rare, distinguished edge." 

 

"Yes," said Axia, coming in, "and Amory. I like Amory." She sat down 

beside him and laid her yellow head on his shoulder. 

 

"I'll pour," said Sloane; "you use siphon, Phoebe." 

 

They filled the tray with glasses. 

 

"Ready, here she goes!" 

 

Amory hesitated, glass in hand. 

 

There was a minute while temptation crept over him like a warm wind, 

and his imagination turned to fire, and he took the glass from Phoebe's 

hand. That was all; for at the second that his decision came, he looked 

up and saw, ten yards from him, the man who had been in the cafe, and 

with his jump of astonishment the glass fell from his uplifted hand. 

There the man half sat, half leaned against a pile of pillows on the 


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