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(
says
he
)
'
And
the
star
dials
pointed
to
morn
At
the
end
of
the
path
a
liquescent
'
(
says
he
)
'
And
nebulous
lustre
was
born
.
'
"
So
I
poked
my
eyes
up
over
the
hedge
,
but
you
had
started
to
run
,
for
some
unknown
reason
,
and
so
I
saw
but
the
back
of
your
beautiful
head
.
'
Oh
!
'
says
I
,
'
there
's
a
man
for
whom
many
of
us
might
sigh
,
'
and
I
continued
in
my
best
Irish
--
"
"
All
right
,
"
Amory
interrupted
.
"
Now
go
back
to
yourself
.
"
"
Well
,
I
will
.
I
'm
one
of
those
people
who
go
through
the
world
giving
other
people
thrills
,
but
getting
few
myself
except
those
I
read
into
men
on
such
nights
as
these
.
I
have
the
social
courage
to
go
on
the
stage
,
but
not
the
energy
;
I
have
n't
the
patience
to
write
books
;
and
I
never
met
a
man
I
'd
marry
.
However
,
I
'm
only
eighteen
.
"
The
storm
was
dying
down
softly
and
only
the
wind
kept
up
its
ghostly
surge
and
made
the
stack
lean
and
gravely
settle
from
side
to
side
.
Amory
was
in
a
trance
.
He
felt
that
every
moment
was
precious
.
He
had
never
met
a
girl
like
this
before
--
she
would
never
seem
quite
the
same
again
.
He
did
n't
at
all
feel
like
a
character
in
a
play
,
the
appropriate
feeling
in
an
unconventional
situation
--
instead
,
he
had
a
sense
of
coming
home
.
