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Sheppard, fervently. " "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. 271 His parents suggested that he go into therapy. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. " Mr. ‘Did you sigh and flutter your eyelashes?’ ‘Certainly I did. 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. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again. No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia.
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