The Bed Room
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XIX. 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. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. But, though I cannot reward you, Heaven will. “I am afraid,” she answered, “that one’s friends can judge only of the externals,
and the things which matter, the things inside are realized only by oneself—
stop. And there was another matter. I don’t
see what you can have to say.
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