Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. 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 the morning and at night he is dressed as he would dress in the big hotels. ‘You are a born rebel, ma’am, and I can see now where she gets it from.
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