She was asked to meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. Aware of Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jack instantly dismounted, and, instead of knocking, opened the door with the pass-key. It gave her great satisfaction to hear that Madame Chamberlain had spent a night in the county jail, even if the nocturnal activities picked right up again after two weeks. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink. He seemed to do ten things before she could think to do one, to leap upon her and take possession. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission.
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