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That was the way he threw off on her; ah, yes, he was going with Miss Ravis now and wouldn't look at any one else. Vandover protested against this, and Ida Wade went on to ask him why he couldn't come up to call on her that very night, adding: "We might go to the Tivoli or somewhere." All at once she interrupted herself, laughing, "Oh, I heard all about you the other night.
He told himself that all men should at one time see certain phases of the world; it rounded out one's life. After all, one had to be a man of the world. Those men only were perverted who allowed themselves to be corrupted by such vice. Thus it was that Vandover, by degrees, drifted into the life of a certain class of the young men of the city. Vice had no hold on him.
Instead of passing the summer months in an ocean voyage and a continental journey, he at last became content to settle down to work under a tutor, "boning up" for the examinations. His father returned to San Francisco in July. Vandover matriculated the September of the same year; on the first of October he signed the college rolls and became a Harvard freshman.
They passed by along the adjacent street, their sounds growing faint. Vandover took up his restless pacing again. Little by little the hallucination gained upon him; little by little his mind slipped from his grasp. The wolf the beast whatever the creature was, seemed in his diseased fancy to grow stronger in him from moment to moment.
In order to get at his life during his teens, Vandover would have been obliged to collect these scattered memory pictures as best he could, rearrange them in some more orderly sequence, piece out what he could imperfectly recall and fill in the many gaps by mere guesswork and conjecture. It was the summer of 1880 that they had come to San Francisco.
"We will start in again and try to forget all this, not as much as we can, but as much as we ought, and live it down, and from now on we'll try to do the thing that is right and brave and good." "Just try me, sir!" cried Vandover. That was it, begin all over again.
They were the contents of the Old Gentleman's pockets that the undertaker had removed when the body was dressed for burial. Vandover turned them over, sadly interested in them. There was the watch, some old business letters and envelopes covered with memoranda, his fountain-pen, a couple of cigars, a bank-book, a small amount of change, his pen-knife, and one or two tablets of chewing-gum.
"That's the third time she's passed." "Has Ellis gone off with Bessie Laguna?" asked young Haight. "Yes," answered Vandover. "They're going to have a time at the Cliff House." "That's too bad," young Haight replied. "Ellis has just thrown himself away with that girl. He might have known some very nice people when he first came here.
Vandover caught sight of the announcement of the suit with a sudden sharp intake of breath that was half gasp, half cry, starting up from the window-seat, reading it over again and again with staring eyes. It was a very short paragraph, not more than a dozen lines, lost at the bottom of a column, among the cheap advertisements.
Vandover went down alone, but once in the dining-room he found that he could not eat either. However, he knew that it was not the whisky. For two days his appetite had been failing him. The smell of food revolted him, and he left the supper-table, going up to his bare and lamentable room with the feeling that he was about to undergo a long spell of sickness.
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