Harkee," he added, "Mr. Then, even as they stood there, the room was
plunged into darkness. "
"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you
getting yourself into trouble?’
‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his
eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. . I
understand. 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.
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