. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. That is what I’ve had on my conscience.
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