" "Well, if they send you to prison, I'll be outside when they let you go. 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. " "There it is;" replied the other, tossing him the glove. Kneebone," returned Shotbolt. I'll cable to-night, and in a few days we'll have some news. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. " He sent the doctor a sly glance. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. Stop it!” Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. He laughed suddenly, and released her.
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