Section 2. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. 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. Giles's bowl, "as his last refreshment on earth. Do you hear?" "I do, Sir," replied Austin respectfully. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley.
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