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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

nearly musical. 

 

"Light a match," she whispered. "I want to see you." 

 

Scratch! Flare! 

 

The night and the scarred trees were like scenery in a play, and to be 

there with Eleanor, shadowy and unreal, seemed somehow oddly familiar. 

Amory thought how it was only the past that ever seemed strange and 

unbelievable. The match went out. 

 

"It's black as pitch." 

 

"We're just voices now," murmured Eleanor, "little lonesome voices. 

Light another." 

 

"That was my last match." 

 

Suddenly he caught her in his arms. 

 

"You _are_ mine--you know you're mine!" he cried wildly... the moonlight 

twisted in through the vines and listened... the fireflies hung upon 

their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes. 

 

***** 

 

THE END OF SUMMER 

 

"No wind is stirring in the grass; not one wind stirs... the water 

in the hidden pools, as glass, fronts the full moon and so inters 

the golden token in its icy mass," chanted Eleanor to the trees that 

skeletoned the body of the night. "Isn't it ghostly here? If you can 

hold your horse's feet up, let's cut through the woods and find the 

hidden pools." 

 

"It's after one, and you'll get the devil," he objected, "and I don't 

know enough about horses to put one away in the pitch dark." 

 

"Shut up, you old fool," she whispered irrelevantly, and, leaning over, 

she patted him lazily with her riding-crop. "You can leave your old plug 

in our stable and I'll send him over to-morrow." 

 

"But my uncle has got to drive me to the station with this old plug at 

seven o'clock." 

 

"Don't be a spoil-sport--remember, you have a tendency toward wavering 

that prevents you from being the entire light of my life." 

 

Amory drew his horse up close beside, and, leaning toward her, grasped 

her hand. 

 

"Say I am--_quick_, or I'll pull you over and make you ride behind me." 

 

She looked up and smiled and shook her head excitedly. 

 

"Oh, do!--or rather, don't! Why are all the exciting things so 

uncomfortable, like fighting and exploring and ski-ing in Canada? By 


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