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           TheysayBernardShaw,inspiteofhisdoctrines,isthemostexactingofalldramatistsabouthisroyalties.Tothelastfarthing."

           "Well,"saidAmory,"IsimplystatethatI’maproductofaversatilemindinarestlessgeneration—witheveryreasontothrowmymindandpeninwiththeradicals.Evenif,deepinmyheart,Ithoughtwewereallblindatomsinaworldaslimitedasastrokeofapendulum,Iandmysortwouldstruggleagainsttradition;try,atleast,todisplaceoldcantswithnewones.I’vethoughtIwasrightaboutlifeatvarioustimes,butfaithisdifficult.OnethingIknow.Iflivingisn’taseekingforthegrailitmaybeadamnedamusinggame."

           Foraminuteneitherspokeandthenthebigmanasked:

           "Whatwasyouruniversity?"

           "Princeton."

           Thebigmanbecamesuddenlyinterested;theexpressionofhisgogglesalteredslightly.

           "IsentmysontoPrinceton."

           "Didyou?"

           "Perhapsyouknewhim.HisnamewasJesseFerrenby.HewaskilledlastyearinFrance."

           "Iknewhimverywell.Infact,hewasoneofmyparticularfriends."

           "Hewas—a—quiteafineboy.Wewereveryclose."

           Amorybegantoperceivearesemblancebetweenthefatherandthedeadsonandhetoldhimselfthattherehadbeenallalongasenseoffamiliarity.JesseFerrenby,themanwhoincollegehadborneoffthecrownthathehadaspiredto.Itwasallsofaraway.Whatlittleboystheyhadbeen,workingforblueribbons—

           Thecarslowedupattheentrancetoagreatestate,ringedaroundbyahugehedgeandatallironfence.