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"
I
knew
him
very
well
.
In
fact
,
he
was
one
of
my
particular
friends
.
"
"
He
was
--
a
--
quite
a
fine
boy
.
We
were
very
close
.
"
Amory
began
to
perceive
a
resemblance
between
the
father
and
the
dead
son
and
he
told
himself
that
there
had
been
all
along
a
sense
of
familiarity
.
Jesse
Ferrenby
,
the
man
who
in
college
had
borne
off
the
crown
that
he
had
aspired
to
.
It
was
all
so
far
away
.
What
little
boys
they
had
been
,
working
for
blue
ribbons
--
The
car
slowed
up
at
the
entrance
to
a
great
estate
,
ringed
around
by
a
huge
hedge
and
a
tall
iron
fence
.
"
Wo
n't
you
come
in
for
lunch
?
"
Amory
shook
his
head
.
"
Thank
you
,
Mr.
Ferrenby
,
but
I
've
got
to
get
on
.
"
The
big
man
held
out
his
hand
.
Amory
saw
that
the
fact
that
he
had
known
Jesse
more
than
outweighed
any
disfavor
he
had
created
by
his
opinions
.
What
ghosts
were
people
with
which
to
work
!
Even
the
little
man
insisted
on
shaking
hands
.
"
Good-by
!
"
shouted
Mr.
Ferrenby
,
as
the
car
turned
the
corner
and
started
up
the
drive
.
"
Good
luck
to
you
and
bad
luck
to
your
theories
.
"
"
Same
to
you
,
sir
,
"
cried
Amory
,
smiling
and
waving
his
hand
.
