"
"I have. ”
He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and
die away. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. Jonathan's wicked threat is fulfilled at last. 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. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying
flames. "Oh! that I could live to see it," gasped Jonathan. Do not waste time in vain
regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions. He hadn't played fair. "Dreamed!" echoed the knight, with a ghastly smile. I must practise what I preach. Mrs.
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