Mr. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. 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. The odds were astounding and yet he had it bad. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. ” “Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. She was pensive and thoughtful. But I expect him back every minute.
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