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           Theygaveherasortofinnocentattentionandthebestsmilesmanyofthemhadsmiledforlong;therewerefewtearsinClara,butpeoplesmiledmisty-eyedather.

           VeryoccasionallyAmorystayedforlittlehalf-hoursaftertherestofthecourthadgone,andtheywouldhavebreadandjamandtealateintheafternoonor"maple-sugarlunches,"asshecalledthem,atnight.

           "Youareremarkable,aren’tyou!"Amorywasbecomingtritefromwhereheperchedinthecentreofthedining-roomtableonesixo’clock.

           "Notabit,"sheanswered.Shewassearchingoutnapkinsinthesideboard."I’mreallymosthumdrumandcommonplace.Oneofthosepeoplewhohavenointerestinanythingbuttheirchildren."

           "Tellthattosomebodyelse,"scoffedAmory."Youknowyou’reperfectlyeffulgent."Heaskedhertheonethingthatheknewmightembarrassher.ItwastheremarkthatthefirstboremadetoAdam.

           "Tellmeaboutyourself."AndshegavetheanswerthatAdammusthavegiven.

           "There’snothingtotell."

           ButeventuallyAdamprobablytoldtheboreallthethingshethoughtaboutatnightwhenthelocustssanginthesandygrass,andhemusthaveremarkedpatronizinglyhowdifferenthewasfromEve,forgettinghowdifferentshewasfromhim...atanyrate,ClaratoldAmorymuchaboutherselfthatevening.Shehadhadaharriedlifefromsixteenon,andhereducationhadstoppedsharplywithherleisure.Browsinginherlibrary,Amoryfoundatatteredgraybookoutofwhichfellayellowsheetthatheimpudentlyopened.