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He
supposed
"
stupid
"
and
"
good
"
had
become
somehow
intermingled
through
previous
association
.
When
he
called
thus
it
was
not
an
act
of
will
at
all
--
will
had
turned
him
away
from
the
moving
figure
in
the
street
;
it
was
almost
instinct
that
called
,
just
the
pile
on
pile
of
inherent
tradition
or
some
wild
prayer
from
way
over
the
night
.
Then
something
clanged
like
a
low
gong
struck
at
a
distance
,
and
before
his
eyes
a
face
flashed
over
the
two
feet
,
a
face
pale
and
distorted
with
a
sort
of
infinite
evil
that
twisted
it
like
flame
in
the
wind
;
but
he
knew
,
for
the
half
instant
that
the
gong
tanged
and
hummed
,
that
it
was
the
face
of
Dick
Humbird
.
Minutes
later
he
sprang
to
his
feet
,
realizing
dimly
that
there
was
no
more
sound
,
and
that
he
was
alone
in
the
graying
alley
.
It
was
cold
,
and
he
started
on
a
steady
run
for
the
light
that
showed
the
street
at
the
other
end
.
AT
THE
WINDOW
It
was
late
morning
when
he
woke
and
found
the
telephone
beside
his
bed
in
the
hotel
tolling
frantically
,
and
remembered
that
he
had
left
word
to
be
called
at
eleven
.
Sloane
was
snoring
heavily
,
his
clothes
in
a
pile
by
his
bed
.
They
dressed
and
ate
breakfast
in
silence
,
and
then
sauntered
out
to
get
some
air
.
Amory
's
mind
was
working
slowly
,
trying
to
assimilate
what
had
happened
and
separate
from
the
chaotic
imagery
that
stacked
his
memory
the
bare
shreds
of
truth
.
If
the
morning
had
been
cold
and
gray
he
could
have
grasped
the
reins
of
the
past
in
an
instant
,
but
it
was
one
of
those
days
that
New
York
gets
sometimes
in
May
,
when
the
air
on
Fifth
Avenue
is
a
soft
,
light
wine
.
How
much
or
how
little
Sloane
remembered
Amory
did
not
care
to
know
;
he
apparently
had
none
of
the
nervous
tension
that
was
gripping
Amory
and
forcing
his
mind
back
and
forth
like
a
shrieking
saw
.
Then
Broadway
broke
upon
them
,
and
with
the
babel
of
noise
and
the
painted
faces
a
sudden
sickness
rushed
over
Amory
.
"
For
God
's
sake
,
let
's
go
back
!
Let
's
get
off
of
this
--
this
place
!
"
Sloane
looked
at
him
in
amazement
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
This
street
,
it
's
ghastly
!
Come
on
!
let
's
get
back
to
the
Avenue
!
"
