His tongue was hot. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to tell. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up.
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