It's unfortunate, if I happen to look like what pleased some soppy old Greek sculptor, but I assure you that if it weren't for my face I'd be a quiet nun in the convent without"-- then she broke into a run and her raised voice floated back to him as he followed--"my precious babies, which I must go back and see." She was the only girl he ever knew with whom he could understand how another man might be preferred.

Often Amory met wives whom he had known as debutantes, and looking intently at them imagined that he found something in their faces which said: "Oh, if I could only have gotten _you!_" Oh, the enormous conceit of the man! But that night seemed a night of stars and singing and Clara's bright soul still gleamed on the ways they had trod.
"Golden, golden is the air--" he chanted to the little pools of water.
...

"Golden is the air, golden notes from golden mandolins, golden frets of golden violins, fair, oh, wearily fair....

Skeins from braided basket, mortals may not hold; oh, what young extravagant God, who would know or ask it ?...

who could give such gold..." ***** AMORY IS RESENTFUL Slowly and inevitably, yet with a sudden surge at the last, while Amory talked and dreamed, war rolled swiftly up the beach and washed the sands where Princeton played.