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“Damned Rascal!” he said. " "I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation belied her words. "Take a drop of brandy before we start, watchman," said Wood, pouring out a glass of spirit, and presenting it to Terence, who smacked his lips as he disposed of it. 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. She tried to scream, \"I'm coming to you, Mama!\" But no sound would come from her mouth. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly.
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