. .
He was awakened by a woman clinging to him, a pretty woman, with brown,
disarranged hair and dark blue eyes.
"Take me home!" she cried.
"Hello!" said Amory, blinking.
"I like you," she announced tenderly.
"I like you too."
He noticed that there was a noisy man in the background and that one of
his party was arguing with him.
"Fella I was with's a damn fool," confided the blue-eyed woman. "I hate
him. I want to go home with you."
"You drunk?" queried Amory with intense wisdom.
She nodded coyly.
"Go home with him," he advised gravely. "He brought you."
At this point the noisy man in the background broke away from his
detainers and approached.
"Say!" he said fiercely. "I brought this girl out here and you're
butting in!"
Amory regarded him coldly, while the girl clung to him closer.
"You let go that girl!" cried the noisy man.
Amory tried to make his eyes threatening.
"You go to hell!" he directed finally, and turned his attention to the
girl.
"Love first sight," he suggested.
"I love you," she breathed and nestled close to him. She _did_ have
beautiful eyes.
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