”
Lucy knew exactly which blouse Sheila had found. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. 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. "However, I'll refresh
your memory. If you had any
idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside
safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to
find the mote of charity left there. “What ought she to do?”
“Suppose you—”
“Yes, suppose I—”
He felt that his advice was being asked. “I believe it is. Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn. "
"Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. She had exposed the real story behind Peters tragedy,
that dark, handsome Chuck had killed himself by leaving
the car running in the garage, not from a “heart attack” as
111
claimed the party line. It was the last thing she felt like drinking.
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