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Spires and Gargoyles
Theylunchedinagaypartyofsixinaprivatedining-roomattheclub,whileIsabelleandAmorylookedateachothertenderlyoverthefriedchickenandknewthattheirlovewastobeeternal.Theydancedawaythepromuntilfive,andthestagscutinonIsabellewithjoyousabandon,whichgrewmoreandmoreenthusiasticasthehourgrewlate,andtheirwines,storedinovercoatpocketsinthecoatroom,madeoldwearinesswaituntilanotherday.Thestaglineisamosthomogeneousmassofmen.Itfairlyswayswithasinglesoul.Adark-hairedbeautydancesbyandthereisahalf-gaspingsoundastheripplesurgesforwardandsomeonesleekerthantherestdartsoutandcutsin.Thenwhenthesix-footgirl(broughtbyKayeinyourclass,andtowhomhehasbeentryingtointroduceyouallevening)gallopsby,thelinesurgesbackandthegroupsfaceaboutandbecomeintentonfarcornersofthehall,forKaye,anxiousandperspiring,appearselbowingthroughthecrowdinsearchoffamiliarfaces.
"Isay,oldman,I’vegotanawfullynice—"
"Sorry,Kaye,butI’msetforthisone.I’vegottocutinonafella."
"Well,thenextone?"
"What—ah—er—IswearI’vegottogocutin—lookmeupwhenshe’sgotadancefree."
ItdelightedAmorywhenIsabellesuggestedthattheyleaveforawhileanddrivearoundinhercar.ForadelicioushourthatpassedtoosoontheyglidedthesilentroadsaboutPrincetonandtalkedfromthesurfaceoftheirheartsinshyexcitement.Amoryfeltstrangelyingenuousandmadenoattempttokissher.
