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“My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father. 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. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. "He has robbed him. “If she is borrowing money,” said Miss Stanley, “she MUST be getting into debt. “Your success here is absolutely meteoric. The boat in which he rode was not overset. Understand me! I forbid it. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. “Rubbish!” he answered.
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