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. My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. Something has happened to change her marvellously, either that, or she wilfully deceived me and every one else in those days as to her real self. ’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked. . "So I will," rejoined Shotbolt; "so I will. They all left the room. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture.
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