”
“I am going to pack my bag,” Anna answered. To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectly
contented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin. "
"What time is it?" inquired Jack. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame
would be negligible. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. I’m
turning into a big fat cow. . 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 horse’s knees are
broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober.
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