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She was shocked. . He had little money about him, and unless friends come to his aid he must be treated as a pauper. ” She commented, only to herself. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. The knight mechanically complied with his request. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. 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. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch.
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