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"
No
,
"
she
answered
.
"
I
do
n't
do
that
sort
of
thing
any
more
;
he
asked
me
to
,
but
I
said
no
.
"
As
she
crept
in
bed
she
wondered
what
he
'd
say
in
his
special
delivery
to-morrow
.
He
had
such
a
good-looking
mouth
--
would
she
ever
--
?
"
Fourteen
angels
were
watching
o'er
them
,
"
sang
Sally
sleepily
from
the
next
room
.
"
Damn
!
"
muttered
Isabelle
,
punching
the
pillow
into
a
luxurious
lump
and
exploring
the
cold
sheets
cautiously
.
"
Damn
!
"
CARNIVAL
Amory
,
by
way
of
the
Princetonian
,
had
arrived
.
The
minor
snobs
,
finely
balanced
thermometers
of
success
,
warmed
to
him
as
the
club
elections
grew
nigh
,
and
he
and
Tom
were
visited
by
groups
of
upper
classmen
who
arrived
awkwardly
,
balanced
on
the
edge
of
the
furniture
and
talked
of
all
subjects
except
the
one
of
absorbing
interest
.
Amory
was
amused
at
the
intent
eyes
upon
him
,
and
,
in
case
the
visitors
represented
some
club
in
which
he
was
not
interested
,
took
great
pleasure
in
shocking
them
with
unorthodox
remarks
.
"
Oh
,
let
me
see
--
"
he
said
one
night
to
a
flabbergasted
delegation
,
"
what
club
do
you
represent
?
"
With
visitors
from
Ivy
and
Cottage
and
Tiger
Inn
he
played
the
"
nice
,
unspoilt
,
ingenuous
boy
"
very
much
at
ease
and
quite
unaware
of
the
object
of
the
call
.
When
the
fatal
morning
arrived
,
early
in
March
,
and
the
campus
became
a
document
in
hysteria
,
he
slid
smoothly
into
Cottage
with
Alec
Connage
and
watched
his
suddenly
neurotic
class
with
much
wonder
.
