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 things she said and did from you—seem impossible. But Jack eluded their grasp. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. ‘You will keep yourself utterly quiet,’ he instructed, a growl in her ear as they headed for the door. Await me in the coach. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. “Really, daddy, I am sorry for all I have done to put you out. Hogarth," remarked Jack, dejectedly.
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