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 darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. You are very kind. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm. You DO understand?” “Who cares for most people?” she said, not looking at him. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. “I did,” Anna answered. " "I'm convinced of it," replied Shotbolt; "and it was on that very account I came here. I’ve—dreads. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief.
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