"Zounds! what's that!" he cried, as the noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. "But you do agitate me so much. None this end. 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. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. “There is no doubt whatever about that. I could always 108 tell right away whether my new foster home was going to be good or bad. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner.
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