” He was slightly tipsy. He was a handsome man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John to him. 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. But they were old enough to start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have that. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. Now I’d like the rest of your story. I HAD to. Then he turned with a fierce movement to take her into his arms.
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