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Her belly was being touched, she felt her thighs caressed softly. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking beautiful flowers?” “Ah! If one could!” “While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let lodgings. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!" These commands were promptly obeyed. But when they were on their way out he whispered in Anna’s ear. ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly. Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. 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. "Choose, Jack. ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs.
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