I haven't touched the other. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with
hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was, and yielding as she
had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressed or implied—would
depart without consulting him, he was equally surprised and enraged to hear the
servants busied in transporting her to the carriage. She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. A sprinkling of callow youths,
and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in
some unintelligible jargon of the City. “You
will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him
except—concerning those things which are past?”
“Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. 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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