Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. The little old lady struck like a projectile upon the
resounding chest of the foremost of these, and then Ann Veronica had got past
and was ascending the steps. “I want two words—with Miss Pellissier alone,” Hill pleaded. 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. ‘I trust you were not altogether
disgusted when I kissed you.
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