But the Fountain of
Neptune was gone at last--and George was glad that it was!
He turned away from the devastated site, thinking bitterly that the
only Amberson mark still left upon the town was the name of the
boulevard--Amberson Boulevard. But he had reckoned without the city
council of the new order, and by an unpleasant coincidence, while the
thought was still in his mind, his eye fell upon a metal oblong sign
upon the lamppost at the corner. There were two of these little signs
upon the lamp-post, at an obtuse angle to each other, one to give
passers-by the name of National Avenue, the other to acquaint them
with Amberson Boulevard. But the one upon which should have been
stenciled "Amberson Boulevard" exhibited the words "Tenth Street."
George stared at it hard. Then he walked quickly along the boulevard
to the next corner and looked at the little sign there. "Tenth
Street."
It had begun to rain, but George stood unheeding, staring at the
little sign. "Damn them!" he said finally, and, turning up his coat-
collar, plodded back through the soggy streets toward "home.
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