Surely he was imagining this picture. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. She leaned a little towards him. That's how I finally got wind of it. He came into the club next day, and of course we went for him thick. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. "Halloa!" cried Jack, looking round, and trying to fix his inebriate gaze upon the speaker,—"who's that?" "Your mother," replied Mrs.
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