” “It is an accident,” he answered. Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining room. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. You shall know the truth. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes. 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 G. He did not spend more time with her. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. Look in the small hide-bound book that he keeps in his boot. “It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as he hastened across the street. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more.
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