The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott (Francis Scott) Fitzgerald
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the collapse of an insufficient and wretched idealism. He had garnished
his soul in the subtlest taste and now he longed for the old rubbish. He was empty, it seemed, empty as an old bottle-- The buzzer rang at the door. Anthony sprang up and lifted the tube to his ear. It was Richard Caramel's voice, stilted and facetious: "Announcing Miss Gloria Gilbert." "How do you do?" he said, smiling and holding the door ajar. Dick bowed. "Gloria, this is Anthony." "Well!" she cried, holding out a little gloved hand. Under her fur coat her dress was Alice-blue, with white lace crinkled stiffly about her throat. "Let me take your things." Anthony stretched out his arms and the brown mass of fur tumbled into them. "Thanks." "What do you think of her, Anthony?" Richard Caramel demanded barbarously. "Isn't she beautiful?" "Well!" cried the girl defiantly--withal unmoved. |
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