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About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days. 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. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. “I had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no address.
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