”
She said, ignoring the absurdity of her own statement. James Boyle O'Higgins knew little or nothing of the South Seas, but he knew
human beings, all colours. Destruction
everywhere marked its course. I'm going through his pockets. 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.
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