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"
I
said
go
on
,
Beatrice
.
"
"
That
was
all
--
it
merely
recurred
and
recurred
--
gardens
that
flaunted
coloring
against
which
this
would
be
quite
dull
,
moons
that
whirled
and
swayed
,
paler
than
winter
moons
,
more
golden
than
harvest
moons
--
"
"
Are
you
quite
well
now
,
Beatrice
?
"
"
Quite
well
--
as
well
as
I
will
ever
be
.
I
am
not
understood
,
Amory
.
I
know
that
ca
n't
express
it
to
you
,
Amory
,
but
--
I
am
not
understood
.
"
Amory
was
quite
moved
.
He
put
his
arm
around
his
mother
,
rubbing
his
head
gently
against
her
shoulder
.
"
Poor
Beatrice
--
poor
Beatrice
.
"
"
Tell
me
about
you
,
Amory
.
Did
you
have
two
horrible
years
?
"
Amory
considered
lying
,
and
then
decided
against
it
.
"
No
,
Beatrice
.
I
enjoyed
them
.
I
adapted
myself
to
the
bourgeoisie
.
I
became
conventional
.
"
He
surprised
himself
by
saying
that
,
and
he
pictured
how
Froggy
would
have
gaped
.
"
Beatrice
,
"
he
said
suddenly
,
"
I
want
to
go
away
to
school
.
Everybody
in
Minneapolis
is
going
to
go
away
to
school
.
"
