It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. 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. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle lonely little girls. That dress! Only a man—and an unworldly one—would have permitted you to proceed on your adventure dressed in a gown thirty years out of date. I was looking for rooms last week. "Your faults were the faults of circumstances. Like stealing. These and her general preparations had perhaps a certain disproportion. It was a reputation by no means deserved.
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