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"
That
's
just
it
.
Mother
always
feels
the
girl
is
safe
if
she
's
with
me
.
Honestly
,
it
's
annoying
.
If
I
start
to
hold
somebody
's
hand
,
they
laugh
at
me
,
and
let
me
,
just
as
if
it
was
n't
part
of
them
.
As
soon
as
I
get
hold
of
a
hand
they
sort
of
disconnect
it
from
the
rest
of
them
.
"
"
Sulk
,
"
suggested
Amory
.
"
Tell
'em
you
're
wild
and
have
'em
reform
you
--
go
home
furious
--
come
back
in
half
an
hour
--
startle
'em
.
"
Kerry
shook
his
head
.
"
No
chance
.
I
wrote
a
St.
Timothy
girl
a
really
loving
letter
last
year
.
In
one
place
I
got
rattled
and
said
:
'M
y
God
,
how
I
love
you
!
'
She
took
a
nail
scissors
,
clipped
out
the
'M
y
God
'
and
showed
the
rest
of
the
letter
all
over
school
.
Does
n't
work
at
all
.
I
'm
just
'
good
old
Kerry
'
and
all
that
rot
.
"
Amory
smiled
and
tried
to
picture
himself
as
"
good
old
Amory
.
"
He
failed
completely
.
February
dripped
snow
and
rain
,
the
cyclonic
freshman
mid-years
passed
,
and
life
in
12
Univee
continued
interesting
if
not
purposeful
.
Once
a
day
Amory
indulged
in
a
club
sandwich
,
cornflakes
,
and
Julienne
potatoes
at
"
Joe
's
,
"
accompanied
usually
by
Kerry
or
Alec
Connage
.
The
latter
was
a
quiet
,
rather
aloof
slicker
from
Hotchkiss
,
who
lived
next
door
and
shared
the
same
enforced
singleness
as
Amory
,
due
to
the
fact
that
his
entire
class
had
gone
to
Yale
.
"
Joe
's
"
was
unaesthetic
and
faintly
unsanitary
,
but
a
limitless
charge
account
could
be
opened
there
,
a
convenience
that
Amory
appreciated
.
His
father
had
been
experimenting
with
mining
stocks
and
,
in
consequence
,
his
allowance
,
while
liberal
,
was
not
at
all
what
he
had
expected
.
"
Joe
's
"
had
the
additional
advantage
of
seclusion
from
curious
upper-class
eyes
,
so
at
four
each
afternoon
Amory
,
accompanied
by
friend
or
book
,
went
up
to
experiment
with
his
digestion
.
One
day
in
March
,
finding
that
all
the
tables
were
occupied
,
he
slipped
into
a
chair
opposite
a
freshman
who
bent
intently
over
a
book
at
the
last
table
.
They
nodded
briefly
.
For
twenty
minutes
Amory
sat
consuming
bacon
buns
and
reading
"
Mrs.
Warren
's
Profession
"
(
he
had
discovered
Shaw
quite
by
accident
while
browsing
in
the
library
during
mid-years
)
;
the
other
freshman
,
also
intent
on
his
volume
,
meanwhile
did
away
with
a
trio
of
chocolate
malted
milks
.
By
and
by
Amory
's
eyes
wandered
curiously
to
his
fellow-luncher
's
book
.
He
spelled
out
the
name
and
title
upside
down
--
"
Marpessa
,
"
by
Stephen
Phillips
.
This
meant
nothing
to
him
,
his
metrical
education
having
been
confined
to
such
Sunday
classics
as
"
Come
into
the
Garden
,
Maude
,
"
and
what
morsels
of
Shakespeare
and
Milton
had
been
recently
forced
upon
him
.
Moved
to
address
his
vis-a-vis
,
he
simulated
interest
in
his
book
for
a
moment
,
and
then
exclaimed
aloud
as
if
involuntarily
:
