Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. "They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. She was, she guessed, close to the library. 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. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. She recalled him. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me. 1.
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