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He
could
not
sleep
,
so
he
turned
on
his
reading-lamp
and
,
taking
down
the
"
Kreutzer
Sonata
,
"
searched
it
carefully
for
the
germs
of
Burne
's
enthusiasm
.
Being
Burne
was
suddenly
so
much
realler
than
being
clever
.
Yet
he
sighed
...
here
were
other
possible
clay
feet
.
He
thought
back
through
two
years
,
of
Burne
as
a
hurried
,
nervous
freshman
,
quite
submerged
in
his
brother
's
personality
.
Then
he
remembered
an
incident
of
sophomore
year
,
in
which
Burne
had
been
suspected
of
the
leading
role
.
Dean
Hollister
had
been
heard
by
a
large
group
arguing
with
a
taxi-driver
,
who
had
driven
him
from
the
junction
.
In
the
course
of
the
altercation
the
dean
remarked
that
he
"
might
as
well
buy
the
taxicab
.
"
He
paid
and
walked
off
,
but
next
morning
he
entered
his
private
office
to
find
the
taxicab
itself
in
the
space
usually
occupied
by
his
desk
,
bearing
a
sign
which
read
"
Property
of
Dean
Hollister
.
Bought
and
Paid
for
.
"
...
It
took
two
expert
mechanics
half
a
day
to
dissemble
it
into
its
minutest
parts
and
remove
it
,
which
only
goes
to
prove
the
rare
energy
of
sophomore
humor
under
efficient
leadership
.
Then
again
,
that
very
fall
,
Burne
had
caused
a
sensation
.
A
certain
Phyllis
Styles
,
an
intercollegiate
prom-trotter
,
had
failed
to
get
her
yearly
invitation
to
the
Harvard-Princeton
game
.
Jesse
Ferrenby
had
brought
her
to
a
smaller
game
a
few
weeks
before
,
and
had
pressed
Burne
into
service
--
to
the
ruination
of
the
latter
's
misogyny
.
"
Are
you
coming
to
the
Harvard
game
?
"
Burne
had
asked
indiscreetly
,
merely
to
make
conversation
.
"
If
you
ask
me
,
"
cried
Phyllis
quickly
.
"
Of
course
I
do
,
"
said
Burne
feebly
.
He
was
unversed
in
the
arts
of
Phyllis
,
and
was
sure
that
this
was
merely
a
vapid
form
of
kidding
.
Before
an
hour
had
passed
he
knew
that
he
was
indeed
involved
.
Phyllis
had
pinned
him
down
and
served
him
up
,
informed
him
the
train
she
was
arriving
by
,
and
depressed
him
thoroughly
.
Aside
from
loathing
Phyllis
,
he
had
particularly
wanted
to
stag
that
game
and
entertain
some
Harvard
friends
.
"
She
'll
see
,
"
he
informed
a
delegation
who
arrived
in
his
room
to
josh
him
.
"
This
will
be
the
last
game
she
ever
persuades
any
young
innocent
to
take
her
to
!
"
"
But
,
Burne
--
why
did
you
invite
her
if
you
did
n't
want
her
?
"
