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The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid
growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. 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've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty
repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. And Charcam, fearful of another charge
in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared. "So I have," replied Hogarth, glancing at Sheppard. For all
that, it is folly. "I am surprised we have received no summons for attendance to-day," he
remarked; "perhaps the other robber may be secured.
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