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. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. A single glance served to show the thief-taker how matters stood. He wants you—or he doesn’t; and then he helps some other woman against you. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. This, Wood, acting upon Terry's caution, was most unwilling to do; but, finding he had no alternative, he reluctantly made known his errand and the bolts were undrawn. “I knew I should have died!” She went fast into a state of shock. Good-bye.
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