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. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by way of transition. "Mr. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. What'll you be doing?" "What can I do?" asked Spurlock, raising his haggard face. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. They were horrible people. You think everything is harmless and simple, and so forth. But, rather than be the cause of any further misunderstanding between you and my benefactor, I will leave London and its neighbourhood for ever. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother.
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