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I am an old friend, and I declined to be shelved. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724. 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. Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at.
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