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He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. She found him reclined, watching television in a small guest room hidden in a back wing of the massive house. 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 Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. It would make my wife very happy. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Do you see why I have hidden the terrible things from you? I chose you because you are my perfect mate. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. But I will never—never return.
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