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Its cavernous expanses equaled the
upstairs of the house. You were wide the mark,
physically; otherwise you had him pat. 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. Part 8
“Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the
staircase. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled
sobs of the unfortunate mother. .
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