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Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. 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. Making up a similar story to that which he had told the old woman, he said he wanted to purchase a hammer and a file. ’ The smile vanished. " So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. You must know that.
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