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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

beside him and a voice hailed him. He looked up and saw a magnificent 

Locomobile in which sat two middle-aged men, one of them small and 

anxious looking, apparently an artificial growth on the other who was 

large and begoggled and imposing. 

 

"Do you want a lift?" asked the apparently artificial growth, glancing 

from the corner of his eye at the imposing man as if for some habitual, 

silent corroboration. 

 

"You bet I do. Thanks." 

 

The chauffeur swung open the door, and, climbing in, Amory settled 

himself in the middle of the back seat. He took in his companions 

curiously. The chief characteristic of the big man seemed to be a 

great confidence in himself set off against a tremendous boredom with 

everything around him. That part of his face which protruded under the 

goggles was what is generally termed "strong"; rolls of not undignified 

fat had collected near his chin; somewhere above was a wide thin 

mouth and the rough model for a Roman nose, and, below, his shoulders 

collapsed without a struggle into the powerful bulk of his chest and 

belly. He was excellently and quietly dressed. Amory noticed that he 

was inclined to stare straight at the back of the chauffeur's head as if 

speculating steadily but hopelessly some baffling hirsute problem. 

 

The smaller man was remarkable only for his complete submersion in the 

personality of the other. He was of that lower secretarial type who 

at forty have engraved upon their business cards: "Assistant to the 

President," and without a sigh consecrate the rest of their lives to 

second-hand mannerisms. 

 

"Going far?" asked the smaller man in a pleasant disinterested way. 

 

"Quite a stretch." 

 

"Hiking for exercise?" 

 

"No," responded Amory succinctly, "I'm walking because I can't afford to 

ride." 

 

"Oh." 

 

Then again: 

 

"Are you looking for work? Because there's lots of work," he continued 

rather testily. "All this talk of lack of work. The West is especially 

short of labor." He expressed the West with a sweeping, lateral gesture. 

Amory nodded politely. 

 

"Have you a trade?" 

 

No--Amory had no trade. 


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