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She
looked
at
him
dreamily
.
"
Beauty
and
love
pass
,
I
know
...
Oh
,
there
's
sadness
,
too
.
I
suppose
all
great
happiness
is
a
little
sad
.
Beauty
means
the
scent
of
roses
and
then
the
death
of
roses
--
"
"
Beauty
means
the
agony
of
sacrifice
and
the
end
of
agony
...
"
"
And
,
Amory
,
we
're
beautiful
,
I
know
.
I
'm
sure
God
loves
us
--
"
"
He
loves
you
.
You
're
his
most
precious
possession
.
"
"
I
'm
not
his
,
I
'm
yours
.
Amory
,
I
belong
to
you
.
For
the
first
time
I
regret
all
the
other
kisses
;
now
I
know
how
much
a
kiss
can
mean
.
"
Then
they
would
smoke
and
he
would
tell
her
about
his
day
at
the
office
--
and
where
they
might
live
.
Sometimes
,
when
he
was
particularly
loquacious
,
she
went
to
sleep
in
his
arms
,
but
he
loved
that
Rosalind
--
all
Rosalinds
--
as
he
had
never
in
the
world
loved
any
one
else
.
Intangibly
fleeting
,
unrememberable
hours
.
AQUATIC
INCIDENT
One
day
Amory
and
Howard
Gillespie
meeting
by
accident
down-town
took
lunch
together
,
and
Amory
heard
a
story
that
delighted
him
.
Gillespie
after
several
cocktails
was
in
a
talkative
mood
;
he
began
by
telling
Amory
that
he
was
sure
Rosalind
was
slightly
eccentric
.
He
had
gone
with
her
on
a
swimming
party
up
in
Westchester
County
,
and
some
one
mentioned
that
Annette
Kellerman
had
been
there
one
day
on
a
visit
and
had
dived
from
the
top
of
a
rickety
,
thirty-foot
summer-house
.
Immediately
Rosalind
insisted
that
Howard
should
climb
up
with
her
to
see
what
it
looked
like
.
