"Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. . The day was sunny and
pleasant, devoid of chill winds. 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. I’m sorry to
disappoint you. No
gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole
story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!"
"My dear, you forget—"
"No, Mr.
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