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Spires and Gargoyles
Amorywasremindedofacatthathadlainhorriblymangledinsomealleyofhischildhood.
"SomeonegotoPrincetonwithFerrenby."
Amorysteppedoutsidethedoorandshiveredslightlyatthelatenightwind—awindthatstirredabrokenfenderonthemassofbentmetaltoaplaintive,tinnysound.
CRESCENDO!
Nextday,byamercifulchance,passedinawhirl.WhenAmorywasbyhimselfhisthoughtszigzaggedinevitablytothepictureofthatredmouthyawningincongruouslyinthewhiteface,butwithadeterminedefforthepiledpresentexcitementuponthememoryofitandshutitcoldlyawayfromhismind.
Isabelleandhermotherdroveintotownatfour,andtheyrodeupsmilingProspectAvenue,throughthegaycrowd,tohaveteaatCottage.Theclubshadtheirannualdinnersthatnight,soatsevenheloanedhertoafreshmanandarrangedtomeetherinthegymnasiumateleven,whentheupperclassmenwereadmittedtothefreshmandance.Shewasallhehadexpected,andhewashappyandeagertomakethatnightthecentreofeverydream.Atninetheupperclassesstoodinfrontoftheclubsasthefreshmantorchlightparaderiotedpast,andAmorywonderedifthedress-suitedgroupsagainstthedark,statelybackgroundsandundertheflareofthetorchesmadethenightasbrillianttothestaring,cheeringfreshmenasithadbeentohimtheyearbefore.
Thenextdaywasanotherwhirl.
