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"
Had
a
hell
of
a
dream
about
you
last
night
,
"
came
in
the
cracked
voice
through
the
cigar
smoke
.
"
I
had
an
idea
you
were
in
some
trouble
.
"
"
Do
n't
tell
me
about
it
!
"
Amory
almost
shrieked
.
"
Do
n't
say
a
word
;
I
'm
tired
and
pepped
out
.
"
Tom
looked
at
him
queerly
and
then
sank
into
a
chair
and
opened
his
Italian
note-book
.
Amory
threw
his
coat
and
hat
on
the
floor
,
loosened
his
collar
,
and
took
a
Wells
novel
at
random
from
the
shelf
.
"
Wells
is
sane
,
"
he
thought
,
"
and
if
he
wo
n't
do
I
'll
read
Rupert
Brooke
.
"
Half
an
hour
passed
.
Outside
the
wind
came
up
,
and
Amory
started
as
the
wet
branches
moved
and
clawed
with
their
finger-nails
at
the
window-pane
.
Tom
was
deep
in
his
work
,
and
inside
the
room
only
the
occasional
scratch
of
a
match
or
the
rustle
of
leather
as
they
shifted
in
their
chairs
broke
the
stillness
.
Then
like
a
zigzag
of
lightning
came
the
change
.
Amory
sat
bolt
upright
,
frozen
cold
in
his
chair
.
Tom
was
looking
at
him
with
his
mouth
drooping
,
eyes
fixed
.
"
God
help
us
!
"
Amory
cried
"
Oh
,
my
heavens
!
"
shouted
Tom
,
"
look
behind
!
"
Quick
as
a
flash
Amory
whirled
around
.
He
saw
nothing
but
the
dark
window-pane
.
"
It
's
gone
now
,
"
came
Tom
's
voice
after
a
second
in
a
still
terror
.
"
Something
was
looking
at
you
.
"
Trembling
violently
,
Amory
dropped
into
his
chair
again
.
"
I
've
got
to
tell
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
've
had
one
hell
of
an
experience
.
I
think
I
've
--
I
've
seen
the
devil
or
--
something
like
him
.
What
face
did
you
just
see
?
--
or
no
,
"
he
added
quickly
,
"
do
n't
tell
me
!
"
And
he
gave
Tom
the
story
.
It
was
midnight
when
he
finished
,
and
after
that
,
with
all
lights
burning
,
two
sleepy
,
shivering
boys
read
to
each
other
from
"
The
New
Machiavelli
,
"
until
dawn
came
up
out
of
Witherspoon
Hall
,
and
the
Princetonian
fell
against
the
door
,
and
the
May
birds
hailed
the
sun
on
last
night
's
rain
.
During
Princeton
's
transition
period
,
that
is
,
during
Amory
's
last
two
years
there
,
while
he
saw
it
change
and
broaden
and
live
up
to
its
Gothic
beauty
by
better
means
than
night
parades
,
certain
individuals
arrived
who
stirred
it
to
its
plethoric
depths
.
Some
of
them
had
been
freshmen
,
and
wild
freshmen
,
with
Amory
;
some
were
in
the
class
below
;
and
it
was
in
the
beginning
of
his
last
year
and
around
small
tables
at
the
Nassau
Inn
that
they
began
questioning
aloud
the
institutions
that
Amory
and
countless
others
before
him
had
questioned
so
long
in
secret
.
First
,
and
partly
by
accident
,
they
struck
on
certain
books
,
a
definite
type
of
biographical
novel
that
Amory
christened
"
quest
"
books
.
In
the
"
quest
"
book
the
hero
set
off
in
life
armed
with
the
best
weapons
and
avowedly
intending
to
use
them
as
such
weapons
are
usually
used
,
to
push
their
possessors
ahead
as
selfishly
and
blindly
as
possible
,
but
the
heroes
of
the
"
quest
"
books
discovered
that
there
might
be
a
more
magnificent
use
for
them
.
"
None
Other
Gods
,
"
"
Sinister
Street
,
"
and
"
The
Research
Magnificent
"
were
examples
of
such
books
;
it
was
the
latter
of
these
three
that
gripped
Burne
Holiday
and
made
him
wonder
in
the
beginning
of
senior
year
how
much
it
was
worth
while
being
a
diplomatic
autocrat
around
his
club
on
Prospect
Avenue
and
basking
in
the
high
lights
of
class
office
.
It
was
distinctly
through
the
channels
of
aristocracy
that
Burne
found
his
way
.
