‘It must have been so, Melusine, or I
wouldn’t have kissed you. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood
was only oozing now. 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. Let us search
it. So she built a shrine. The wine was
sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible
flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink
excessively of. But he might have crept along the left side of the pier, and beneath
the further arch; whereas, Wood, as we have seen, took his course upon the right.
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