‘Here we go again. Your husband could have told you that. "Now, let's see who'll dare to take him down," she cried. She heard the shower running and looked at his floor. . She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. Wood, leaping from the bed. ” “What do you mean—by too late?” he demanded. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. Have you got someone in mind for me?" "Finish your breakfast and I'll tell you the story. 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.
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