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Experiments in Convalescence
"Sure!"
"Often?"
"Mychronicstate."
Thisprovokeddiscussion.Onemansaidthathegotsodepressedsometimesthatheseriouslyconsideredit.Anotheragreedthattherewasnothingtolivefor."CaptainCorn,"whohadsomehowrejoinedtheparty,saidthatinhisopinionitwaswhenone’shealthwasbadthatonefeltthatwaymost.Amory’ssuggestionwasthattheyshouldeachorderaBronx,mixbrokenglassinit,anddrinkitoff.Tohisreliefnooneapplaudedtheidea,sohavingfinishedhishigh-ball,hebalancedhischininhishandandhiselbowonthetable—amostdelicate,scarcelynoticeablesleepingposition,heassuredhimself—andwentintoadeepstupor....
Hewasawakenedbyawomanclingingtohim,aprettywoman,withbrown,disarrangedhairanddarkblueeyes.
"Takemehome!"shecried.
"Hello!"saidAmory,blinking.
"Ilikeyou,"sheannouncedtenderly.
"Ilikeyoutoo."
Henoticedthattherewasanoisymaninthebackgroundandthatoneofhispartywasarguingwithhim.
"FellaIwaswith’sadamnfool,"confidedtheblue-eyedwoman."Ihatehim.Iwanttogohomewithyou."
"Youdrunk?"queriedAmorywithintensewisdom.
Shenoddedcoyly.
"Gohomewithhim,"headvisedgravely."Hebroughtyou."
Atthispointthenoisymaninthebackgroundbrokeawayfromhisdetainersandapproached.
"Say!"hesaidfiercely."Ibroughtthisgirlouthereandyou’rebuttingin!"
Amoryregardedhimcoldly,whilethegirlclungtohimcloser.
"Youletgothatgirl!"criedthenoisyman.
