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. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger”
was the only phrase to express her. Even as she watched, the sweat of
weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. . It seemed to her that it was her duty to get
up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an
insult.
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