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we are. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. What I said about your brat was all stuff. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised,
no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’
‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. 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. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm
sure. If you live, well and
good; if you die, well and good. A long and secret conference then
took place between the thief-taker and his myrmidons, after which they were
severally dismissed. "That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future," observed
Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet.
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