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There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. 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. You must let me do whatever I can for you. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. That was what she was trying to make him understand. "Be it so," replied Jack. " "Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. Two women entered and sat down at the adjoining table. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of Faith.
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