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I mystify you; I can see that. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. The conceit of Howard Spurlock in imagining he knew what mental suffering was! But Enschede was right: Ruth must never know. . ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. 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. "Hush!" she said. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged.
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