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"
I
'll
bet
she
wo
n't
stay
single
long
.
"
"
Well
,
do
n't
scream
it
out
.
She
ai
n't
lookin
'
for
no
advice
.
"
"
Ai
n't
she
beautiful
!
"
(
Enter
a
floor-walker
--
silence
till
he
moves
forward
,
smirking
.
)
"
Society
person
,
ai
n't
she
?
"
"
Yeah
,
but
poor
now
,
I
guess
;
so
they
say
.
"
"
Gee
!
girls
,
ai
n't
she
some
kid
!
"
And
Clara
beamed
on
all
alike
.
Amory
believed
that
tradespeople
gave
her
discounts
,
sometimes
to
her
knowledge
and
sometimes
without
it
.
He
knew
she
dressed
very
well
,
had
always
the
best
of
everything
in
the
house
,
and
was
inevitably
waited
upon
by
the
head
floor-walker
at
the
very
least
.
Sometimes
they
would
go
to
church
together
on
Sunday
and
he
would
walk
beside
her
and
revel
in
her
cheeks
moist
from
the
soft
water
in
the
new
air
.
She
was
very
devout
,
always
had
been
,
and
God
knows
what
heights
she
attained
and
what
strength
she
drew
down
to
herself
when
she
knelt
and
bent
her
golden
hair
into
the
stained-glass
light
.
"
St.
Cecelia
,
"
he
cried
aloud
one
day
,
quite
involuntarily
,
and
the
people
turned
and
peered
,
and
the
priest
paused
in
his
sermon
and
Clara
and
Amory
turned
to
fiery
red
.
