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Then he sensed the trap. ‘So it is that you could not help it. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. "Won't you sit down?" "I beg your pardon! Come into the consultation office"; and the doctor led the way. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. Wished to see you. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. The doctor walked over to the bed, folded his arms across his chest and stared down into the unabashed eyes of his patient. I’m glad 237 you came over. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. 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. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint.
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