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           "Oh,myheavens!"shoutedTom,"lookbehind!"QuickasaflashAmorywhirledaround.Hesawnothingbutthedarkwindow-pane."It’sgonenow,"cameTom’svoiceafterasecondinastillterror."Somethingwaslookingatyou."

           Tremblingviolently,Amorydroppedintohischairagain.

           "I’vegottotellyou,"hesaid."I’vehadonehellofanexperience.IthinkI’ve—I’veseenthedevilor—somethinglikehim.Whatfacedidyoujustsee?—orno,"headdedquickly,"don’ttellme!"

           AndhegaveTomthestory.Itwasmidnightwhenhefinished,andafterthat,withalllightsburning,twosleepy,shiveringboysreadtoeachotherfrom"TheNewMachiavelli,"untildawncameupoutofWitherspoonHall,andthePrincetonianfellagainstthedoor,andtheMaybirdshailedthesunonlastnight’srain.