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           Itwasahalcyonday,andastheynearedtheshoreandthesaltbreezesscurriedby,hebegantopicturetheoceanandlong,levelstretchesofsandandredroofsoverbluesea.Thentheyhurriedthroughthelittletownanditallflasheduponhisconsciousnesstoamightypaeanofemotion....

           "Oh,goodLord!Lookatit!"hecried.

           "What?"

           "Letmeout,quick—Ihaven’tseenitforeightyears!Oh,gentlefolk,stopthecar!"

           "Whatanoddchild!"remarkedAlec.

           "Idobelievehe’sabiteccentric."

           Thecarwasobliginglydrawnupatacurb,andAmoryranfortheboardwalk.First,herealizedthattheseawasblueandthattherewasanenormousquantityofit,andthatitroaredandroared—reallyallthebanalitiesabouttheoceanthatonecouldrealize,butifanyonehadtoldhimthenthatthesethingswerebanalities,hewouldhavegapedinwonder.

           "Nowwe’llgetlunch,"orderedKerry,wanderingupwiththecrowd."Comeon,Amory,tearyourselfawayandgetpractical."

           "We’lltrythebesthotelfirst,"hewenton,"andthenceandsoforth."

           Theystrolledalongtheboardwalktothemostimposinghostelryinsight,and,enteringthedining-room,scatteredaboutatable.

           "EightBronxes,"commandedAlec,"andaclubsandwichandJuliennes.Thefoodforone.Handtherestaround."

           Amoryatelittle,havingseizedachairwherehecouldwatchtheseaandfeeltherockofit.Whenluncheonwasovertheysatandsmokedquietly.

           "What’sthebill?"

           Someonescannedit.

           "Eighttwenty-five."

           "Rottenovercharge.