"Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him. But don't let my name frighten you. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. “But, my dear,” she began, “it is Impossible! It is quite out of the Question. "We're merely about to discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. Halloa, Ben!" cried he, shaking a broad-backed fellow, equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having a badge upon his arm,—"scullers wanted. Of course, he had no idea who I was. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. 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.
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