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“Really,” she said. She is Bohemian to the fingertips. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. 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. "Well, who'd have thought of finding it in this unexpected way!" "Don't be too sure till you see it," said the widow. “But I’ve heard that he’s broken up with her three times in the past. ToC Thames Darrell's fears were not, however, groundless. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden at the back of the house. “I shot him. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. As they're so fond of each other's society they shan't part company even on that occasion, but shall swing from the same tree.
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