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His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter, Abraham Mendez, received a blow on the head from one of the lads that will deprive me of his services for a week to come,—if, indeed it does not disable him altogether. 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. "But trifle with mo no longer. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. What do you say?” “I agree,” Anna said coldly, “if you will make it three months. "But you are tired!" "I want to go over the story again.
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