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With
greatest
affection
,
THAYER
DARCY
.
Within
a
week
after
the
receipt
of
this
letter
their
little
household
fell
precipitously
to
pieces
.
The
immediate
cause
was
the
serious
and
probably
chronic
illness
of
Tom
's
mother
.
So
they
stored
the
furniture
,
gave
instructions
to
sublet
and
shook
hands
gloomily
in
the
Pennsylvania
Station
.
Amory
and
Tom
seemed
always
to
be
saying
good-by
.
Feeling
very
much
alone
,
Amory
yielded
to
an
impulse
and
set
off
southward
,
intending
to
join
Monsignor
in
Washington
.
They
missed
connections
by
two
hours
,
and
,
deciding
to
spend
a
few
days
with
an
ancient
,
remembered
uncle
,
Amory
journeyed
up
through
the
luxuriant
fields
of
Maryland
into
Ramilly
County
.
But
instead
of
two
days
his
stay
lasted
from
mid-August
nearly
through
September
,
for
in
Maryland
he
met
Eleanor
.
For
years
afterward
when
Amory
thought
of
Eleanor
he
seemed
still
to
hear
the
wind
sobbing
around
him
and
sending
little
chills
into
the
places
beside
his
heart
.
The
night
when
they
rode
up
the
slope
and
watched
the
cold
moon
float
through
the
clouds
,
he
lost
a
further
part
of
him
that
nothing
could
restore
;
and
when
he
lost
it
he
lost
also
the
power
of
regretting
it
.
Eleanor
was
,
say
,
the
last
time
that
evil
crept
close
to
Amory
under
the
mask
of
beauty
,
the
last
weird
mystery
that
held
him
with
wild
fascination
and
pounded
his
soul
to
flakes
.
With
her
his
imagination
ran
riot
and
that
is
why
they
rode
to
the
highest
hill
and
watched
an
evil
moon
ride
high
,
for
they
knew
then
that
they
could
see
the
devil
in
each
other
.
But
Eleanor
--
did
Amory
dream
her
?
Afterward
their
ghosts
played
,
yet
both
of
them
hoped
from
their
souls
never
to
meet
.
Was
it
the
infinite
sadness
of
her
eyes
that
drew
him
or
the
mirror
of
himself
that
he
found
in
the
gorgeous
clarity
of
her
mind
?
She
will
have
no
other
adventure
like
Amory
,
and
if
she
reads
this
she
will
say
:
"
And
Amory
will
have
no
other
adventure
like
me
.
"
Nor
will
she
sigh
,
any
more
than
he
would
sigh
.
Eleanor
tried
to
put
it
on
paper
once
:
"
The
fading
things
we
only
know
