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There was a silence. ”
His voice rose and fell amidst the music and the singing of Tristan and King
Mark, like a voice heard in a badly connected telephone. He walked with bent head. 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. “Do something!”
But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight,
gorging on the woman he had caught that had been
meant for Rhea and her child. Afterward her brother
Roddy, also strange in velveteen, feeling rather than knowing of this
relationship, punched this Adonis’s head. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the
fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her
fingers were trembling in his.
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