” He sprang to action. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. 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. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed. "In wine there is truth. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. “That’s a weird name.
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