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. Sometimes I take innocent lives. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed. The girl
had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. ‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this
quarter, to admit such a supposition. ‘What’s to do?’
‘Valade is here. Once more he was the
searcher.
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