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She was nude and horribly maimed. 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. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season. “Do you mind very much?” He shook his head. Ralph. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight.

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