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"Do not despair!" echoed Mrs. Sir John once more looked around him. “Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?” Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause him pain. Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. It’s too valiant, Miss Stanley, too valiant altogether!” Ann Veronica meditated. Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. 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. It was clear by the look on her face that she decided to leave the house immediately. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. No, this was not reasonable. "Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other.
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