My only love is for my poor lost son. 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. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. E. I wonder why on earth the curtains are drawn. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. To settle things, you know. He heard the woman talking again. good at that. Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, it behoves us to ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmate would, in any degree, justify the devotion he displayed. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. I am not come here to play the part of your father-confessor. ” “We are,” said Ann Veronica.
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