"That's well," replied Wild, entering the house, and fastening the door. " "Bull's eye!" piped O'Higgins. There’s a hansom coming round the corner. "That's the kinchin as was to try the dub for us, ain't it?" muttered Smith to his companion as he stole a glance at Jack Sheppard. “No. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. It’s not far from twilight. ” They went on for a time without another word. 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. "I carried them off on the fatal night when we got into Wild's house, and you were struck down," replied Blueskin. “Politics!” Ennison answered grimly.
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