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‘Why?’ Melusine eyed him dubiously. 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. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. You'll find the benefit of it by and by. . The individual twist was always there, even in the cleverest forgeries. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her. .
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