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. " "You are the kindest man I have ever known," said Ruth, unashamed of her tears. Wood brought up. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. He had not had time to aim the pistol.
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