’
Her lips parted, but she did not speak. ’
She pronounced it with a French inflexion, but Gerald understood her to mean
the English name he knew. "
"I know not how it is," sighed Darrell, "but I feel an unaccountable misgiving at
quitting this place. 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. Their idea of maidenly
innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. Afterwards, it
may be different. “I should like you to come here,” she said.
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