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An avid reader in many genres, I love to share books that have given me much pleasure. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. Opening the door, he found it littered with straw, on which he threw himself, and instantly fell asleep. Shari draped herself lazily upon her unmade bed. She was going through with that, anyhow. All in a moment. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. Clotilde rushed out of the house, carrying her boy and tugging her girl by the ear. I'll tell you what. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. 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. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation.
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