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           SuddenrevulsionseizedAmory,disgust,loathingforthewholeincident.Hedesiredfranticallytobeaway,nevertoseeMyraagain,nevertokissanyone;hebecameconsciousofhisfaceandhers,oftheirclinginghands,andhewantedtocreepoutofhisbodyandhidesomewheresafeoutofsight,upinthecornerofhismind.

           "Kissmeagain."Hervoicecameoutofagreatvoid.

           "Idon’twantto,"heheardhimselfsaying.Therewasanotherpause.

           "Idon’twantto!"herepeatedpassionately.

           Myrasprangup,hercheekspinkwithbruisedvanity,thegreatbowonthebackofherheadtremblingsympathetically.

           "Ihateyou!"shecried."Don’tyoueverdaretospeaktomeagain!"

           "What?"stammeredAmory.

           "I’lltellmamayoukissedme!Iwilltoo!Iwilltoo!I’lltellmama,andshewon’tletmeplaywithyou!"

           Amoryroseandstaredatherhelplessly,asthoughshewereanewanimalofwhosepresenceontheearthhehadnotheretoforebeenaware.

           Thedooropenedsuddenly,andMyra’smotherappearedonthethreshold,fumblingwithherlorgnette.

           "Well,"shebegan,adjustingitbenignantly,"themanatthedesktoldmeyoutwochildrenwereuphere—Howdoyoudo,Amory."

           AmorywatchedMyraandwaitedforthecrash—butnonecame.Thepoutfaded,thehighpinksubsided,andMyra’svoicewasplacidasasummerlakewhensheansweredhermother.