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. I watched you wait at the farmhouse! But I couldn’t compromise your safety! You must have realized that!” She lowered her voice to a loud whisper. He did not even reply to her for several minutes. Goopes’s: “Advanced people,” she said, with an air of great elucidation, “tend to GENERALIZE love. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night.
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