Ain't you, Jacky darling?"
"Not quite, Poll," returned Mr. “I—I shall be all right
directly. ”
“No, I don’t. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of
masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. I sha'n't cry any
more. The
detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. But she made a pretence of struggling a little, for it
would be out of character for her not to do so and she did not want to arouse his
suspicions. ” He
crossed himself and grinned. She softened her tone and
scrambled for the right words. "
"Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. Melusine glanced towards the
elderly dame and found that sharp gaze directed upon her. “What the devil are you doing star-gazing
here?”
Ennison looked at him in surprise. "
The girl's eyes filled. 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.
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