She pulled him towards the bed. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I
have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died
last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach
you. I’ve had it,
Sheila. 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.
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