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She
looked
up
and
smiled
and
shook
her
head
excitedly
.
"
Oh
,
do
!
--
or
rather
,
do
n't
!
Why
are
all
the
exciting
things
so
uncomfortable
,
like
fighting
and
exploring
and
ski-ing
in
Canada
?
By
the
way
,
we
're
going
to
ride
up
Harper
's
Hill
.
I
think
that
comes
in
our
programme
about
five
o'clock
.
"
"
You
little
devil
,
"
Amory
growled
.
"
You
're
going
to
make
me
stay
up
all
night
and
sleep
in
the
train
like
an
immigrant
all
day
to-morrow
,
going
back
to
New
York
.
"
"
Hush
!
some
one
's
coming
along
the
road
--
let
's
go
!
Whoo-ee-oop
!
"
And
with
a
shout
that
probably
gave
the
belated
traveller
a
series
of
shivers
,
she
turned
her
horse
into
the
woods
and
Amory
followed
slowly
,
as
he
had
followed
her
all
day
for
three
weeks
.
The
summer
was
over
,
but
he
had
spent
the
days
in
watching
Eleanor
,
a
graceful
,
facile
Manfred
,
build
herself
intellectual
and
imaginative
pyramids
while
she
revelled
in
the
artificialities
of
the
temperamental
teens
and
they
wrote
poetry
at
the
dinner-table
.
When
Vanity
kissed
Vanity
,
a
hundred
happy
Junes
ago
,
he
pondered
o'er
her
breathlessly
,
and
,
that
all
men
might
ever
know
,
he
rhymed
her
eyes
with
life
and
death
:
"
Thru
Time
I
'll
save
my
love
!
"
he
said
...
yet
Beauty
