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"Is it you?"
"It is," replied Sheppard, as he untied the cords. Where else could she go?’
‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. ‘And me?’
‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and
endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. 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. With some difficulty, they managed to negotiate the passage with
their burden and carry him out into the library. Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming.
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