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Young Irony
"Well—nameofSavage,Eleanor;liveinbigoldhousemiledownroad;nearestlivingrelationtobenotified,grandfather—RamillySavage;height,fivefeetfourinches;numberonwatch-case,3077W;nose,delicateaquiline;temperament,uncanny—"
"Andme,"Amoryinterrupted,"wheredidyouseeme?"
"Oh,you’reoneofthosemen,"sheansweredhaughtily,"mustlugoldselfintoconversation.Well,myboy,Iwasbehindahedgesunningmyselfonedaylastweek,andalongcomesamansayinginapleasant,conceitedwayoftalking:
"’Andnowwhenthenightwassenescent’
(sayshe)
’Andthestardialspointedtomorn
Attheendofthepathaliquescent’
(sayshe)
’Andnebulouslustrewasborn.’
"SoIpokedmyeyesupoverthehedge,butyouhadstartedtorun,forsomeunknownreason,andsoIsawbutthebackofyourbeautifulhead.’Oh!’saysI,’there’samanforwhommanyofusmightsigh,’andIcontinuedinmybestIrish—"
"Allright,"Amoryinterrupted."Nowgobacktoyourself."
"Well,Iwill.I’moneofthosepeoplewhogothroughtheworldgivingotherpeoplethrills,butgettingfewmyselfexceptthoseIreadintomenonsuchnightsasthese.Ihavethesocialcouragetogoonthestage,butnottheenergy;Ihaven’tthepatiencetowritebooks;andInevermetamanI’dmarry.However,I’monlyeighteen."
Thestormwasdyingdownsoftlyandonlythewindkeptupitsghostlysurgeandmadethestackleanandgravelysettlefromsidetoside.Amorywasinatrance.