I cannot live without you, Anna. 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. “I’ll get dressed. He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. ToC The noise of this disturbance did not fail to reach the interior of the prison. As to following, there was no one. On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. Purney, the ordinary, who had latterly conceived a great regard for Jack, addressed him in a discourse, which, while it tended to keep alive his feelings of penitence, was calculated to afford him much consolation. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell.
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