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He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. 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. To reach it would be a most difficult undertaking. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. Of course Ruth was not aware that in this same volume there were lyrics known the world over.
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