"When I am dead you will learn it. " Spurlock closed his eyes. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. 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. ' He muttered it continually. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. This time she tried to kill me with a dagger. ‘She’s gone. ” “I sent a telegram to say I was all right. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands.
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