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He
left
the
room
hurriedly
.
In
the
cool
air
outside
,
as
he
walked
to
his
house
,
he
exulted
in
his
refusal
to
be
helped
.
"
That
damn
old
fool
!
"
he
cried
wildly
.
"
As
if
I
did
n't
know
!
"
He
decided
,
however
,
that
this
was
a
good
excuse
not
to
go
back
to
study
hall
that
night
,
so
,
comfortably
couched
up
in
his
room
,
he
munched
Nabiscos
and
finished
"
The
White
Company
.
"
INCIDENT
OF
THE
WONDERFUL
GIRL
There
was
a
bright
star
in
February
.
New
York
burst
upon
him
on
Washington
's
Birthday
with
the
brilliance
of
a
long-anticipated
event
.
His
glimpse
of
it
as
a
vivid
whiteness
against
a
deep-blue
sky
had
left
a
picture
of
splendor
that
rivalled
the
dream
cities
in
the
Arabian
Nights
;
but
this
time
he
saw
it
by
electric
light
,
and
romance
gleamed
from
the
chariot-race
sign
on
Broadway
and
from
the
women
's
eyes
at
the
Astor
,
where
he
and
young
Paskert
from
St.
Regis
'
had
dinner
.
When
they
walked
down
the
aisle
of
the
theatre
,
greeted
by
the
nervous
twanging
and
discord
of
untuned
violins
and
the
sensuous
,
heavy
fragrance
of
paint
and
powder
,
he
moved
in
a
sphere
of
epicurean
delight
.
Everything
enchanted
him
.
The
play
was
"
The
Little
Millionaire
,
"
with
George
M.
Cohan
,
and
there
was
one
stunning
young
brunette
who
made
him
sit
with
brimming
eyes
in
the
ecstasy
of
watching
her
dance
.
"
Oh
--
you
--
wonderful
girl
,
What
a
wonderful
girl
you
are
--
"
sang
the
tenor
,
and
Amory
agreed
silently
,
but
passionately
.
"
All
--
your
--
wonderful
words
