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shook her head. 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. The weather's been foul
enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. Jackson had
one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. "
"Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, at all events,"
replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; "but, before you put out your foot so far, it
would have been quite as prudent to consider how you were to draw it back
again. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of
snow—to flight and a dream.
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