"That young Holt is a good fellow and has a head on his shoulders.
Better be guided by him if he offers you any advice."
XXXIX
Almost insensibly and without comment Madeleine fell into the habit
of sleeping at night and going abroad with Holt in the daytime. Nor
did he take her to any more dives. They went across the Bay, either
to Oakland or Sausalito, and took long walks, dining at some inn
where they were sure to meet no one they knew. She had asked him to
buy her books, as she did not care to venture either into the
bookstores or the Mercantile Library. She now had a part of her new
income to spend as she chose, and moved into more comfortable rooms,
although far from the fashionable quarter. She was restless and often
very nervous but Holt knew that she drank no longer. There had been
another revolution of the wheel: she would have a large income,
freedom impended, the future was hers to dispose of at will. Her
health was excellent; she had regained her old proud bearing.
"What are you going to do with it?" he asked her abruptly one
evening. They were sitting in the arbor of a restaurant on the water
front at Sausalito and had just finished dinner. The steep promontory
rose behind them a wild forest of oak and pine, madrona and
chaparral.
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