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. Jack was a comical scoundrel, and made a little
too free with his grace's best burgundy, as well as his grace's favourite
housekeeper. Madame shrugged. Jeremiah Jackson, and
Mr. “I would like to go home,” she cried,
“to please her. " Still the voice was
without emotion; calm, colourless. He believed me when I asked
him to marry me. From the second descended Mr.
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