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           Froggysighed—heknewAmory,andthesituationsthatAmoryseemedborntohandle.HeturnedtoSallyandaskedherifshewasgoingawaytoschoolnextyear.Amoryopenedwithgrape-shot.

           "I’vegotanadjectivethatjustfitsyou."Thiswasoneofhisfavoritestarts—heseldomhadawordinmind,butitwasacuriosityprovoker,andhecouldalwaysproducesomethingcomplimentaryifhegotinatightcorner.

           "Oh—what?"Isabelle’sfacewasastudyinenrapturedcuriosity.

           Amoryshookhishead.

           "Idon’tknowyouverywellyet."

           "Willyoutellme—afterward?"shehalfwhispered.

           Henodded.

           "We’llsitout."

           Isabellenodded.

           "Didanyoneevertellyou,youhavekeeneyes?"shesaid.

           Amoryattemptedtomakethemlookevenkeener.Hefancied,buthewasnotsure,thatherfoothadjusttouchedhisunderthetable.Butitmightpossiblyhavebeenonlythetableleg.Itwassohardtotell.Stillitthrilledhim.Hewonderedquicklyiftherewouldbeanydifficultyinsecuringthelittledenup-stairs.

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           IsabelleandAmoryweredistinctlynotinnocent,norweretheyparticularlybrazen.Moreover,amateurstandinghadverylittlevalueinthegametheywereplaying,agamethatwouldpresumablybeherprincipalstudyforyearstocome.Shehadbegunashehad,withgoodlooksandanexcitabletemperament,andtherestwastheresultofaccessiblepopularnovelsanddressing-roomconversationculledfromaslightlyolderset.