’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. Suddenly Ah Cum laughed aloud. 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. "Who are the others?" "Let me see. ” She shook her head. " "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. It is not for myself I fear. She was quite assured that she would never see him again. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. . I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand.
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