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It's infernally provoking. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. But I’m not a slut either, if that’s what you think. 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.
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