I want to
show you the college."
After Cynthia had repaired the damages of travel and had been introduced
to Hugh's fraternity brothers and their girls, she and Hugh departed
for a tour of the campus. The lawns were so green that the grass seemed
to be bursting with color; the elms waved tiny new leaves in a faint
breeze; the walls of the buildings were speckled with green patches of
ivy. Cynthia was properly awed by the chapel and enthusiastic over the
other buildings. She assured Hugh that Sanford men looked awfully smooth
in their knickers and white flannels; in fact, she said the whole
college seemed jake to her.
They wandered past the lake and into the woods as if by common consent.
Once they were out of sight of passers-by, Hugh paused and turned to
Cynthia. Without a word she stepped into his arms and lifted her face to
his, Hugh's heart seemed to stop; he was so hungry for that kiss, he had
waited so long for it.
When he finally took his lips from hers, Cynthia whispered softly,
"You're such a good egg, Hugh honey, such a damn good egg."
Hugh could say nothing; he just held her close, his mind swimming
dizzily, his whole being atingle.
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