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           "Notme—BurnehereisgoingoutforthePrince—theDailyPrincetonian,youknow."

           "Yes,Iknow."

           "Yougoingoutforanything?"

           "Why—yes.I’mgoingtotakeawhackatfreshmanfootball."

           "PlayatSt.Regis’s?"

           "Some,"admittedAmorydepreciatingly,"butI’mgettingsodamnedthin."

           "You’renotthin."

           "Well,Iusedtobestockylastfall."

           "Oh!"

           Aftersuppertheyattendedthemovies,whereAmorywasfascinatedbytheglibcommentsofamaninfrontofhim,aswellasbythewildyellingandshouting.

           "Yoho!"

           "Oh,honey-baby—you’resobigandstrong,butoh,sogentle!"

           "Clinch!"

           "Oh,Clinch!"

           "Kissher,kiss’atlady,quick!"

           "Oh-h-h—!"

           Agroupbeganwhistling"BytheSea,"andtheaudiencetookitupnoisily.Thiswasfollowedbyanindistinguishablesongthatincludedmuchstampingandthenbyanendless,incoherentdirge.

           "Oh-h-h-h-h

           SheworksinaJamFactoree

           And—that-may-be-all-right

           Butyoucan’t-fool-me

           ForIknow—DAMN—WELL

           ThatsheDON’T-make-jam-all-night!

           Oh-h-h-h!"

           Astheypushedout,givingandreceivingcuriousimpersonalglances,Amorydecidedthathelikedthemovies,wantedtoenjoythemastherowofupperclassmeninfronthadenjoyedthem,withtheirarmsalongthebacksoftheseats,theircommentsGaelicandcaustic,theirattitudeamixtureofcriticalwitandtolerantamusement.

           "Wantasundae—Imeanajigger?"askedKerry.

           "Sure."

           Theysupperedheavilyandthen,stillsauntering,easedbackto12.

           "Wonderfulnight."

           "It’sawhiz."