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" "Permit me to see it, Sir James!" requested Jack. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. 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. I am up to the ears in it all— every moment I can spare. ‘Gone!’ he said. "Ay, what's the matter, boy!" reiterated Jackson sternly.
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