At last—I told a story. Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope to his merriment. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. But, by Jove! it’s going to make our loving a fiercely abstract thing. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. Blest with a fond husband, surrounded by every comfort, you have never been assailed by the horrible temptations to which misery has exposed me. This man’s name is Montague Hill. . Morningside Park had been passive and defective; all this rushed about and was active, but it was still defective. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a push toward it. 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.
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