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And thus their domesticity at McClintock's began—with the tubbing of a stray
yellow dog. \"What's that?\" Lucy asked. I'll lay my life he's gone. “I was half hoping that I might be
allowed to see you home. 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. . Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the
obstacles.
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