Would it be Thérèse?’ She shook her head. 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. His employer retreated into the further apartment, leaving the door ajar. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. “They would spoil every chance.
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