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“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. "So, wanton, I have found you!" "Wanton! Why, you infernal liar!" cried Spurlock, striking at the arm. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. 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 hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Undraw the curtain, love," she added to Thames, "that I may look at you. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. 4.
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