‘Never fear, my love. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. 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. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. The chance had gone.
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