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           Amorylayforamomentwithoutspeaking.

           "Iwon’tbe—long,"hesaidfinally."ButIhatetogetanywherebyworkingforit.I’llshowthemarks,don’tyouknow."

           "Honorablescars."Kerrycranedhisnecksuddenlyatthestreet."There’sLangueduc,ifyouwanttoseewhathelookslike—andHumbirdjustbehind."

           Amoryrosedynamicallyandsoughtthewindows.

           "Oh,"hesaid,scrutinizingtheseworthies,"Humbirdlookslikeaknock-out,butthisLangueduc—he’stheruggedtype,isn’the?Idistrustthatsort.Alldiamondslookbigintherough."

           "Well,"saidKerry,astheexcitementsubsided,"you’realiterarygenius.It’suptoyou."

           "Iwonder"—Amorypaused—"ifIcouldbe.Ihonestlythinksosometimes.Thatsoundslikethedevil,andIwouldn’tsayittoanybodyexceptyou."

           "Well—goahead.LetyourhairgrowandwritepoemslikethisguyD’InvilliersintheLit."

           Amoryreachedlazilyatapileofmagazinesonthetable.

           "Readhislatesteffort?"

           "Nevermiss’em.They’rerare."

           Amoryglancedthroughtheissue.

           "Hello!"hesaidinsurprise,"he’safreshman,isn’the?"

           "Yeah."

           "Listentothis!MyGod!

           "’Aservingladyspeaks:

           Blackvelvettrailsitsfoldsovertheday,

           Whitetapers,prisonedintheirsilverframes,

           Wavetheirthinflameslikeshadowsinthewind,

           Pia,Pompia,come—comeaway—’

           "Now,whatthedevildoesthatmean?"

           "It’sapantryscene."