When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin. 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. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. Lucy paced outside of the stone bricked room until her mother began to scream. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. "Jack Sheppard failed! I'd not believe it, if any one but himself told me so. Give way, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. When he could find words, he tried by the most urgent solicitations to prevail upon the constable to let him out.
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