But I liked to say it. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've
got one of 'em!"
"Come along," cried Jack. “What has he done? “What shall I do. "
"Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of
the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. 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. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly,
made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. ” Lucy
commented, dismayed. But you must
come this way now. I am yours for
the making over.
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