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           inclinesayoungmantopneumoniaandinfantileparalysis,butto

           allformsoflungtrouble,towhichyouareparticularly

           inclined.Youcannotexperimentwithyourhealth.Ihavefound

           thatout.Iwillnotmakemyselfridiculousassomemothersno

           doubtdo,byinsistingthatyouwearovershoes,thoughIremember

           oneChristmasyouworethemaroundconstantlywithoutasingle

           bucklelatched,makingsuchacuriousswishingsound,andyou

           refusedtobucklethembecauseitwasnotthethingtodo.The

           verynextChristmasyouwouldnotwearevenrubbers,thoughI

           beggedyou.Youarenearlytwentyyearsoldnow,dear,andI

           can’tbewithyouconstantlytofindwhetheryouaredoingthe

           sensiblething.

           "Thishasbeenaverypracticalletter.Iwarnedyouinmylast

           thatthelackofmoneytodothethingsonewantstomakesone

           quiteprosyanddomestic,butthereisstillplentyfor

           everythingifwearenottooextravagant.Takecareofyourself,

           mydearboy,anddotrytowriteatleastonceaweek,becauseI

           imagineallsortsofhorriblethingsifIdon’thearfromyou.

           Affectionately,MOTHER."

           FIRSTAPPEARANCEOFTHETERM"PERSONAGE"

           MonsignorDarcyinvitedAmoryuptotheStuartpalaceontheHudsonforaweekatChristmas,andtheyhadenormousconversationsaroundtheopenfire.Monsignorwasgrowingatriflestouterandhispersonalityhadexpandedevenwiththat,andAmoryfeltbothrestandsecurityinsinkingintoasquat,cushionedchairandjoininghiminthemiddle-agedsanityofacigar.

           "I’vefeltlikeleavingcollege,Monsignor."