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           AllthroughthesummermonthsAmoryandFrogParkerwenteachweektotheStockCompany.AfterwardtheywouldstrollhomeinthebalmyairofAugustnight,dreamingalongHennepinandNicolletAvenues,throughthegaycrowd.Amorywonderedhowpeoplecouldfailtonoticethathewasaboymarkedforglory,andwhenfacesofthethrongturnedtowardhimandambiguouseyesstaredintohis,heassumedthemostromanticofexpressionsandwalkedontheaircushionsthatlieontheasphaltsoffourteen.

           Always,afterhewasinbed,therewerevoices—indefinite,fading,enchanting—justoutsidehiswindow,andbeforehefellasleephewoulddreamoneofhisfavoritewakingdreams,theoneaboutbecomingagreathalf-back,ortheoneabouttheJapaneseinvasion,whenhewasrewardedbybeingmadetheyoungestgeneralintheworld.Itwasalwaysthebecominghedreamedof,neverthebeing.This,too,wasquitecharacteristicofAmory.

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           BeforehewassummonedbacktoLakeGeneva,hehadappeared,shybutinwardlyglowing,inhisfirstlongtrousers,setoffbyapurpleaccordiontieanda"Belmont"collarwiththeedgesunassailablymeeting,purplesocks,andhandkerchiefwithapurpleborderpeepingfromhisbreastpocket.Butmorethanthat,hehadformulatedhisfirstphilosophy,acodetoliveby,which,asnearasitcanbenamed,wasasortofaristocraticegotism.