What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my rooms!” The man stepped into the middle of the room. 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. ‘Soldier of fortune. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. She nodded. m. But now you must be quiet; there's been too much excitement.
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