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. Pain sliced into
Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. ”
“She invited me to dinner anyway. But he looked back into the
hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him. He really deserves a
better fate, does he not? He is so beautifully persistent. The house was redolent with the smells
of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated
pork roast. ”
“I’ll try not to see him again,” said Ann Veronica.
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