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over, drop them, and head back home.
Nothing to worry about"? Had Abernathy spent
two years being bombed on a carrier in the Pacific to
make the world safe for someone who would write
letters like that?
And Arthur. Arthur, from whose studiousness
Abernathy had hoped to find a companion lover of
learning. Had not Arthur confessed himself a grind for
grades, whose indifference to the content of his
education was masked by a stolid determination to
gather from his prominent university as many calling
cards (knowledge the least of them) as time and diligent
cultivation allowed him? Arthur, who copied even
Ernest Ransom's archaic fashion of wearing a gold
pocketwatch on a chain, and who had followed the
banker into golf, Scotch with soda, hearty handshaking,
football on television, and had finally gotten his dual
reward—Ransom's daughter (and Hayes was right
about Emerald) plus first selectmanship of Dingley Falls
(and Winslow wondered if he didn't almost agree with
what that anonymous letter-writer had had to say about
that)?