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. He smothered a laugh. Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is
called an “ideal. She knew, or guessed his mission too,
for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. “You need a reason. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned
by remorse, rather than sorrow. "Come—the kiss!" cried Austin, endeavouring to pass his arm familiarly round
the Amazon's waist. Gianfrancesco stumbled
belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. Hastily,
he reached for the door. Here I am.
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