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 crawled over and caught at the skirts of this
white woman who understood. She
gloried in it: he needed her. “I will go,” he said. She had heard Alice talking and crying at the same time, a painful noise. “Okay. Four prisoners,
termed "The Partners," had charge of this hold. ”
“Fine. Lucia had never been so happy, so content. It will be his interest to do so. This
was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with
his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. I beg that you will consider me
your friend. Another glass,
Jack.
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