7. . She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Try and let him never regret it. “I can’t help saying it,” she said, with the quality of her voice altering, “but I do NOT think it is right for an unprotected girl to be in London alone as you are. 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. This is her first adventure. ” He looked at her intently.
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