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Amory, Son of Beatrice
RegisTattler:itpuzzledhimtoseeimpressionablesmallboysimitatingtheveryvanitiesthathadnotlongagobeencontemptibleweaknesses.
Afterthefootballseasonheslumpedintodreamycontent.Thenightofthepre-holidaydanceheslippedawayandwentearlytobedforthepleasureofhearingtheviolinmusiccrossthegrassandcomesurginginathiswindow.ManynightshelaytheredreamingawakeofsecretcafesinMontMartre,whereivorywomendelvedinromanticmysterieswithdiplomatsandsoldiersoffortune,whileorchestrasplayedHungarianwaltzesandtheairwasthickandexoticwithintrigueandmoonlightandadventure.Inthespringheread"L’Allegro,"byrequest,andwasinspiredtolyricaloutpouringsonthesubjectofArcadyandthepipesofPan.Hemovedhisbedsothatthesunwouldwakehimatdawnthathemightdressandgoouttothearchaicswingthathungfromanapple-treenearthesixth-formhouse.Seatinghimselfinthishewouldpumphigherandhigheruntilhegottheeffectofswingingintothewideair,intoafairylandofpipingsatyrsandnymphswiththefacesoffair-hairedgirlshepassedinthestreetsofEastchester.Astheswingreacheditshighestpoint,Arcadyreallylayjustoverthebrowofacertainhill,wherethebrownroaddwindledoutofsightinagoldendot.
