“Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. To think of him as loving her would make all that different. But she did not speak. Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard. 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. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. His light brown hair was almost crew cut short. Somewhat alarmed at his appearance, Thames laid his hand upon his sword. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very offensive to be told, that he's like him.
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