Part 3
She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly
perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a
leisurely pace. ‘What do you think?’
‘What do I think?’ repeated Captain Roding. "
"Make it positive," was the brisk reply. 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. "
"I will obey you, master,—indeed I will!" implored Jack, seriously alarmed at
the carpenter's calm displeasure. She passed down the stairs and into the street. It was no use.
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