At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. Like a trollop in heat. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. ” “I grant you absolution. 275 “Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her chest. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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