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‘Excellent,’ Gerald had approved. 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. ‘Let’s see now. You ought to have had
better advice two years ago. He saw the colossal selfishness of his
act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality. . "I don't exactly know the rights of that affair," rejoined Griffin, with some
curiosity. There was no rush. Jim is up to
the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes
letters worse than Alice. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’
He sipped his wine and shrugged. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of
all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. Spurlock had seen Rollo heading for the jungle, and for some reason he could
not explain the incident had bothered him.
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