Arbutus . had been somewhere (it doesnt matter where). He wasweary. He neared a beautiful dwelling house. Its gleamingwindows made the dark night darker. He was almost in frontof the house. The door opened, and in the pathway of brilliantlight that flooded forth, he saw a vision. His vision again IShe leaned on the arm of a man. (He hated the man.) Shewalked to a cab and disappeared within. The Freshman leanedagainst a tree. The music of violins floated from the door closed. He staggered home. His dreams were feverish. CHAPTER V Bloomington was muddy. Bloomington is often
Arbutus . had been somewhere (it doesnt matter where). He wasweary. He neared a beautiful dwelling house. Its gleamingwindows made the dark night darker. He was almost in frontof the house. The door opened, and in the pathway of brilliantlight that flooded forth, he saw a vision. His vision again IShe leaned on the arm of a man. (He hated the man.) Shewalked to a cab and disappeared within. The Freshman leanedagainst a tree. The music of violins floated from the door closed. He staggered home. His dreams were feverish. CHAPTER V Bloomington was muddy. Bloomington is often time there was a sticky persistent depth of filth that was almost unfathomable. On top of the mud was water. On thebottom of the mud was more mud. It was Saturday afternoonand the Fresh man was down town. He was standing on the cor-ner. (In so doing he meant no wrong.) He was watching thepeople. This was very interesting. He saw a number of Browncountys citizens carefully holding hands lest they be lost in. H. w 1-. -tanding on the tciinei watching the people
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