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           "WhyshouldIhave?Oh,yes—theremaybeoneinAlec’sroom."

           EventuallyAmoryfoundwhathewaslookingforand,returningtohisdresser,openedadrawerfullofletters,notes,partofachain,twolittlehandkerchiefs,andsomesnap-shots.Ashetransferredthemcarefullytotheboxhismindwanderedtosomeplaceinabookwherethehero,afterpreservingforayearacakeofhislostlove’ssoap,finallywashedhishandswithit.Helaughedandbegantohum"Afteryou’vegone"...ceasedabruptly...

           Thestringbroketwice,andthenhemanagedtosecureit,droppedthepackageintothebottomofhistrunk,andhavingslammedthelidreturnedtothestudy.

           "Goingout?"Tom’svoiceheldanundertoneofanxiety.

           "Uh-huh."

           "Where?"

           "Couldn’tsay,oldkeed."

           "Let’shavedinnertogether."

           "Sorry.ItoldSukeyBrettI’deatwithhim."

           "Oh."

           "By-by."

           Amorycrossedthestreetandhadahigh-ball;thenhewalkedtoWashingtonSquareandfoundatopseatonabus.HedisembarkedatForty-thirdStreetandstrolledtotheBiltmorebar.

           "Hi,Amory!"

           "What’llyouhave?"

           "Yo-ho!Waiter!"

           TEMPERATURENORMAL

           Theadventofprohibitionwiththe"thirsty-first"putasuddenstoptothesubmergingofAmory’ssorrows,andwhenheawokeonemorningtofindthattheoldbar-to-bardayswereover,hehadneitherremorseforthepastthreeweeksnorregretthattheirrepetitionwasimpossible.