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"
Chant
!
"
cried
Tom
.
"
Do
n't
recite
!
Chant
!
"
Amory
,
who
was
performing
,
looked
annoyed
,
and
claimed
that
he
needed
a
record
with
less
piano
in
it
.
Kerry
thereupon
rolled
on
the
floor
in
stifled
laughter
.
"
Put
on
'
Hearts
and
Flowers
'
!
"
he
howled
.
"
Oh
,
my
Lord
,
I
'm
going
to
cast
a
kitten
.
"
"
Shut
off
the
damn
graphophone
,
"
Amory
cried
,
rather
red
in
the
face
.
"
I
'm
not
giving
an
exhibition
.
"
In
the
meanwhile
Amory
delicately
kept
trying
to
awaken
a
sense
of
the
social
system
in
D'Invilliers
,
for
he
knew
that
this
poet
was
really
more
conventional
than
he
,
and
needed
merely
watered
hair
,
a
smaller
range
of
conversation
,
and
a
darker
brown
hat
to
become
quite
regular
.
But
the
liturgy
of
Livingstone
collars
and
dark
ties
fell
on
heedless
ears
;
in
fact
D'Invilliers
faintly
resented
his
efforts
;
so
Amory
confined
himself
to
calls
once
a
week
,
and
brought
him
occasionally
to
12
Univee
.
This
caused
mild
titters
among
the
other
freshmen
,
who
called
them
"
Doctor
Johnson
and
Boswell
.
"
Alec
Connage
,
another
frequent
visitor
,
liked
him
in
a
vague
way
,
but
was
afraid
of
him
as
a
highbrow
.
Kerry
,
who
saw
through
his
poetic
patter
to
the
solid
,
almost
respectable
depths
within
,
was
immensely
amused
and
would
have
him
recite
poetry
by
the
hour
,
while
he
lay
with
closed
eyes
on
Amory
's
sofa
and
listened
:
"
Asleep
or
waking
is
it
?
for
her
neck
Kissed
over
close
,
wears
yet
a
purple
speck
Wherein
the
pained
blood
falters
and
goes
out
;
