There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one
alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. But
this I cannot do. “The fellow is not such a blackguard, after all. ”
She paused. “A woman wants a proper alliance with a man, a man who is better stuff than
herself. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to
another chamber beyond. ’
‘So I see. ’
‘Don’t you dare. "
"That's impossible," replied Jack.
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