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Amory
rose
and
stared
at
her
helplessly
,
as
though
she
were
a
new
animal
of
whose
presence
on
the
earth
he
had
not
heretofore
been
aware
.
The
door
opened
suddenly
,
and
Myra
's
mother
appeared
on
the
threshold
,
fumbling
with
her
lorgnette
.
"
Well
,
"
she
began
,
adjusting
it
benignantly
,
"
the
man
at
the
desk
told
me
you
two
children
were
up
here
--
How
do
you
do
,
Amory
.
"
Amory
watched
Myra
and
waited
for
the
crash
--
but
none
came
.
The
pout
faded
,
the
high
pink
subsided
,
and
Myra
's
voice
was
placid
as
a
summer
lake
when
she
answered
her
mother
.
"
Oh
,
we
started
so
late
,
mama
,
that
I
thought
we
might
as
well
--
"
He
heard
from
below
the
shrieks
of
laughter
,
and
smelled
the
vapid
odor
of
hot
chocolate
and
tea-cakes
as
he
silently
followed
mother
and
daughter
down-stairs
.
The
sound
of
the
graphophone
mingled
with
the
voices
of
many
girls
humming
the
air
,
and
a
faint
glow
was
born
and
spread
over
him
:
"
Casey-Jones
--
mounted
to
the
cab-un
Casey-Jones
--
'
th
his
orders
in
his
hand
.
Casey-Jones
--
mounted
to
the
cab-un
Took
his
farewell
journey
to
the
prom-ised
land
.
"
