And go quickly that I may
finish to search. I'll take them back with me. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the
evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her
studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her
life. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of
smoke. 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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