Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the
patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong
enough to proceed upon his journey. “You should probably wash all of that stuff off of
yourself. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell
you, was the last anyone saw of him. Do you indeed
remember? The smell of decay and cheap methylated spirit!. ”
He pulled up at the Beck’s doorstep at 1:48. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his
eyes. 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.
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