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. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. Something in her lack of embarrassment irritated him. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. Sometimes at sea a skipper will order his men to trim, batten down the hatches, and clear the deck of all litter. ” “Isn’t that a little extreme?” “I am an extreme person at times. ” His rhythm slowed to a grind. Morals only begin when that is settled. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. What had Brewis Charvill to say to that, Gerald?’ ‘He had nothing to say to it.
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