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           Amoryfeltasuddensurgeofjoyandthenlikeafaceinamotion-picturetheauraoverthebedfadedout;thedynamicshadowbythewindow,thatwasasnearashecouldnameit,remainedforthefractionofamomentandthenthebreezeseemedtoliftitswiftlyoutoftheroom.Heclinchedhishandsinquickecstaticexcitement...thetensecondswereup....

           "DowhatIsay,Alec—dowhatIsay.Doyouunderstand?"

           Aleclookedathimdumbly—hisfaceatableauofanguish.

           "Youhaveafamily,"continuedAmoryslowly."Youhaveafamilyandit’simportantthatyoushouldgetoutofthis.Doyouhearme?"Herepeatedclearlywhathehadsaid."Doyouhearme?"

           "Ihearyou."Thevoicewascuriouslystrained,theeyesneverforasecondleftAmory’s.

           "Alec,you’regoingtoliedownhere.Ifanyonecomesinyouactdrunk.YoudowhatIsay—ifyoudon’tI’llprobablykillyou."

           Therewasanothermomentwhiletheystaredateachother.ThenAmorywentbrisklytothebureauand,takinghispocket-book,beckonedperemptorilytothegirl.HeheardonewordfromAlecthatsoundedlike"penitentiary,"thenheandJillwereinthebathroomwiththedoorboltedbehindthem.

           "You’reherewithme,"hesaidsternly."You’vebeenwithmeallevening."

           Shenodded,gavealittlehalfcry.

           Inasecondhehadthedooroftheotherroomopenandthreemenentered.Therewasanimmediatefloodofelectriclightandhestoodthereblinking.

           "You’vebeenplayingalittletoodangerousagame,youngman!"

           Amorylaughed.