Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. 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. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. E. "I have nothing. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. His father and mother are gone now. Unless he deserts the girl, he won't be so hard to find as formerly. Mirrors. Manning, with a baffling smile. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly.
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