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The string broke twice, and then he managed to secure it, dropped the package into the bottom of his trunk, and having slammed the lid returned to the study.
“Going out?” Tom’s voice held an undertone of anxiety.
“Uh-huh.”
“Where?”
“Couldn’t say, old keed.”
“Let’s have dinner together.”
“Sorry. I told Sukey Brett I’d eat with him.”
“Oh.”
“By-by.”
Amory crossed the street and had a high-ball; then he walked to Washington Square and found a top seat on a bus. He disembarked at Forty-third Street and strolled to the Biltmore bar.
“Hi, Amory!”
“What’ll you have?”
“Yoho! Waiter!”
Temperature Normal.
The advent of prohibition with the “thirsty-first” put a sudden stop to the submerging of Amory’s sorrows, and when he awoke one morning to find that the old bar-to-bar days were over, he had neither remorse for the past three weeks nor regret that their repetition was impossible. He had taken the most violent, if the weakest, method to shield himself from the stabs of memory, and while it was not a course he would have prescribed for others, he found in the end that it had done its business: he was over the first flush of pain.