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           WhentheyreachedanunfrequentedsidestreetAlecstoppedthecaramongdeepshadows.

           "Whatyoudoingdownherethesecolddays,Amory?"hedemanded,asheproducedaquartofBourbonfromunderthefurrug.

           Amoryavoidedthequestion.Indeed,hehadhadnodefinitereasonforcomingtothecoast.

           "Doyourememberthatpartyofours,sophomoreyear?"heaskedinstead.

           "DoI?WhenwesleptinthepavilionsupinAsburyPark—"

           "Lord,Alec!It’shardtothinkthatJesseandDickandKerryareallthreedead."

           Alecshivered.

           "Don’ttalkaboutit.Thesedrearyfalldaysdepressmeenough."

           Jillseemedtoagree.

           "Doughereissortagloomyanyways,"shecommented."Tellhimtodrinkdeep—it’sgoodandscarcethesedays."

           "WhatIreallywanttoaskyou,Amory,iswhereyouare—"

           "Why,NewYork,Isuppose—"

           "Imeanto-night,becauseifyouhaven’tgotaroomyetyou’dbetterhelpmeout."

           "Gladto."

           "Yousee,TullyandIhavetworoomswithbathbetweenattheRanier,andhe’sgottogobacktoNewYork.Idon’twanttohavetomove.Questionis,willyouoccupyoneoftherooms?"

           Amorywaswilling,ifhecouldgetinrightaway.

           "You’llfindthekeyintheoffice;theroomsareinmyname."

           Decliningfurtherlocomotionorfurtherstimulation,Amoryleftthecarandsaunteredbackalongtheboardwalktothehotel.

           Hewasinaneddyagain,adeep,lethargicgulf,withoutdesiretoworkorwrite,loveordissipate.