” “Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. She knew now the supreme human energy which sent men to hell or carried them to their earthly heights. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat. 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. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel.
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