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Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and
that woman of his, one by one. "
"What for? What do you want of them?"
"Why, they are … yours. Each was draped
in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. 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. ’
‘Willingly?’
‘Parbleu, what a person you think me. It was a unique experience
for her to wash him. ”
“Thank you, Jane. Not the explosive vigour of the
north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them
triumphantly.
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