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[Rerko B. <pa...@do...>]

Rocky coast, with something of the Lorelei in its cadences: like a
heartless woman's subtle allure, poignantly difficult to resist. There
was a knock on the door. Clavering gave his daily stint to the messenger
boy. He was hunting for change, when he recaptured his column, sat down
at his desk, and, running it over hastily, inserted the word
"authentic." New York must have its Word, even as its topic.
"Authentic," loosed upon the world by Arnold Bennett, was the rage at
present. The little writers hardly dared use it. It was, as it were, the
trademark of the Sophisticates. The boy, superior, indifferent, and
chewing gum, accepted his tip and departed. Clavering returned to the
window. Gone was the symphony of gold and gray. The buildings
surrounding the Square were a dark and formless mass in the heavy dusk.
Only the street lights below shone like globular phosphorescence on a
dark and turbulent sea. Two hours later he left his hotel and walked up
Madison Avenue. Twenty-sixth Street was deserted and as littered with
papers, peanut shells, and various other debris as a picnic trai