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Spires and Gargoyles
ThereattheheadofthewhiteplatoonmarchedAllenby,thefootballcaptain,slimanddefiant,asifawarethatthisyearthehopesofthecollegerestedonhim,thathishundred-and-sixtypoundswereexpectedtododgetovictorythroughtheheavyblueandcrimsonlines.
Fascinated,Amorywatchedeachrankoflinkedarmsasitcameabreast,thefacesindistinctabovethepoloshirts,thevoicesblentinapaeanoftriumph—andthentheprocessionpassedthroughshadowyCampbellArch,andthevoicesgrewfainterasitwoundeastwardoverthecampus.
TheminutespassedandAmorysatthereveryquietly.Heregrettedtherulethatwouldforbidfreshmentobeoutdoorsaftercurfew,forhewantedtoramblethroughtheshadowyscentedlanes,whereWitherspoonbroodedlikeadarkmotheroverWhigandClio,herAtticchildren,wheretheblackGothicsnakeofLittlecurleddowntoCuylerandPatton,theseinturnflingingthemysteryoutovertheplacidsloperollingtothelake.
Princetonofthedaytimefilteredslowlyintohisconsciousness—WestandReunion,redolentofthesixties,Seventy-nineHall,brick-redandarrogant,UpperandLowerPyne,aristocraticElizabethanladiesnotquitecontenttoliveamongshopkeepers,and,toppingall,climbingwithclearblueaspiration,thegreatdreamingspiresofHolderandClevelandtowers.
FromthefirsthelovedPrinceton—itslazybeauty,itshalf-graspedsignificance,thewildmoonlightreveloftherushes,thehandsome,prosperousbig-gamecrowds,andunderitalltheairofstrugglethatpervadedhisclass.
