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Spires and Gargoyles
"Whyoneartharewehere?"heaskedthegirlwiththegreencombsonenightastheysatinsomeone’slimousine,outsidetheCountryClubinLouisville.
"Idon’tknow.I’mjustfullofthedevil."
"Let’sbefrank—we’llneverseeeachotheragain.IwantedtocomeoutherewithyoubecauseIthoughtyouwerethebest-lookinggirlinsight.Youreallydon’tcarewhetheryoueverseemeagain,doyou?"
"No—butisthisyourlineforeverygirl?WhathaveIdonetodeserveit?"
"Andyoudidn’tfeeltireddancingorwantacigaretteoranyofthethingsyousaid?Youjustwantedtobe—"
"Oh,let’sgoin,"sheinterrupted,"ifyouwanttoanalyze.Let’snottalkaboutit."
Whenthehand-knit,sleevelessjerseyswerestylish,Amory,inaburstofinspiration,namedthem"pettingshirts."Thenametravelledfromcoasttocoastonthelipsofparlor-snakesandP.D.’s.
DESCRIPTIVE
Amorywasnoweighteenyearsold,justundersixfeettallandexceptionally,butnotconventionally,handsome.Hehadratherayoungface,theingenuousnessofwhichwasmarredbythepenetratinggreeneyes,fringedwithlongdarkeyelashes.Helackedsomehowthatintenseanimalmagnetismthatsooftenaccompaniesbeautyinmenorwomen;hispersonalityseemedratheramentalthing,anditwasnotinhispowertoturnitonandofflikeawater-faucet.Butpeopleneverforgothisface.
ISABELLE
Shepausedatthetopofthestaircase.
