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Providence. He remained listening attentively. ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. Nine years ago, I was honest—was
happy. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain
letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves,
cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record
of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;"
accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam. All
the furniture was moved, all the meals were disarranged, and everybody, Ann
Veronica included, appeared in new, bright costumes. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. “You are in a private room of St. . Monroe would lock the whole group of us in the
basement, every day. "Amazement!" cried Wild. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved.
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