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He was suddenly calm. ” He leaned back for his soup. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. Critically, she stared at her own features. She got hysterical. 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. Sheppard, fleeing from him to the farthest corner of the room. “She will take her risk,” she answered.
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