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You must have figured that
out by now. She further suspected that he
might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he
had not already. "
The prison bars of circumstance, they no longer encompassed her. “Dear husband,” she murmured. 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. No; she'd never go back. ”
He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. “Don’t be childish, Annabel.
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