![]() ![]() ![]() I was fairly shivering as I fell in behind a group of boys going up the drive. I hadn’t gone two steps before I turned and hurried out into the night again. Then down the long avenue of trees I saw the familiar Cadillac approaching and started inside the building, suddenly filled with panic. Snatches of their conversation fluttered to me as they discussed Barbee’s talk with enthusiasm, recalled the times of the Founder, their quavering voices weaving and embroidering his story. One used a cane which from time to time she tapped hollowly upon the walk like a blind man. I saw a group of old women who lived in the town approaching. Lights began to appear in the girls’ dormitories, like the bursting of luminous seeds flung broadside by an invisible hand. The good white bread of breakfast the rolls dripping with yellow butter that I had slipped into my pocket so often to be munched later in my room with wild blackberry jam from home. The smell of fresh bread being prepared in the bakery drifted to me. I listened to one group harmonize quietly as they passed. Down the sloping lawn below me the male students moved toward their dormitories, seeming far away from me now, remote, and each shadowy form vastly superior to me, who had by some shortcoming cast myself into the darkness away from all that was worthwhile and inspiring. ![]()
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