She aimed directly at Rhea’s head. "
"How long will you be here?"
"To-morrow night. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less
assurance than the woollen-draper. 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. ’
‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald.
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