She ignored his question. THAMES DARRELL. I tell you what, Mr. Thames Darrell. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. Little did the
audience know that two vampires were in their midst. 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. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went
out. ‘I am fascinated. “To my chagrin, I have. But Darrell averted his head. Simply.
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