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. ‘What if she does not agree? Could she reveal us, damage us amongst our peers? Are you certain that we should not kill her?’ He asked. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. He was not due from the City until about six, and so she went and played Badminton with the Widgett girls until dinner-time. Ann Veronica’s appearance was brief and undistinguished. He turned and shouted some orders to the Kanaka crew, then nodded to the sampan's coolies, who bore upon the sweeps and headed for the Sha-mien. Jack appealed to the new auditors, and again detailed his story, but with no better success than heretofore.
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