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The Egotist Becomes a Personage
WonderwhereJillwas—JillBayne,Fayne,Sayne—whatthedevil—neckhurts,darneduncomfortableseat.NodesiretosleepwithJill,whatcouldAlecseeinher?Alechadacoarsetasteinwomen.Owntastethebest;Isabelle,Clara,Rosalind,Eleanor,wereall-American.Eleanorwouldpitch,probablysouthpaw.Rosalindwasoutfield,wonderfulhitter,Clarafirstbase,maybe.WonderwhatHumbird’sbodylookedlikenow.Ifhehimselfhadn’tbeenbayonetinstructorhe’dhavegoneuptolinethreemonthssooner,probablybeenkilled.Where’sthedarnedbell—
ThestreetnumbersofRiversideDrivewereobscuredbythemistanddrippingtreesfromanythingbuttheswiftestscrutiny,butAmoryhadfinallycaughtsightofone—OneHundredandTwenty-seventhStreet.Hegotoffandwithnodistinctdestinationfollowedawinding,descendingsidewalkandcameoutfacingtheriver,inparticularalongpierandapartitionedlitterofshipyardsforminiaturecraft:smalllaunches,canoes,rowboats,andcatboats.Heturnednorthwardandfollowedtheshore,jumpedasmallwirefenceandfoundhimselfinagreatdisorderlyyardadjoiningadock.Thehullsofmanyboatsinvariousstagesofrepairwerearoundhim;hesmelledsawdustandpaintandthescarcelydistinguishablefiatodoroftheHudson.Amanapproachedthroughtheheavygloom.
"Hello,"saidAmory.
"Gotapass?"
"No.Isthisprivate?"
"ThisistheHudsonRiverSportingandYachtClub."
"Oh!Ididn’tknow.I’mjustresting."
"Well—"beganthemandubiously.
