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***** June came and the days grew so hot and lazy that they could not worry even about exams , but spent dreamy evenings on the court of Cottage , talking of long subjects until the sweep of country toward Stony Brook became a blue haze and the lilacs were white around tennis-courts , and words gave way to silent cigarettes ... . Then down deserted Prospect and along McCosh with song everywhere around them , up to the hot joviality of Nassau Street . Tom D'Invilliers and Amory walked late in those days . A gambling fever swept through the sophomore class and they bent over the bones till three o'clock many a sultry night . After one session they came out of Sloane 's room to find the dew fallen and the stars old in the sky . `` Let 's borrow bicycles and take a ride , '' Amory suggested . `` All right .