The fates are never so kind to me. 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. " "How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed.
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