"Something was looking at you." Trembling violently, Amory dropped into his chair again.
"I've got to tell you," he said.

"I've had one hell of an experience.
I think I've--I've seen the devil or--something like him.

What face did you just see ?--or no," he added quickly, "don't tell me!" And he gave Tom the story.

It was midnight when he finished, and after that, with all lights burning, two sleepy, shivering boys read to each other from "The New Machiavelli," until dawn came up out of Witherspoon Hall, and the Princetonian fell against the door, and the May birds hailed the sun on last night's rain..