He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. ’
‘I presume you were not with her in France?’
Kimble stared. " And
he conferred apart with Jonathan. All right really. Sebastian rose from
the tomb. 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. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. Nothing would stop her,
and she was prepared to face the consequences. It was also cold, and dark,
for there had been no time to light the lantern. For four hours he had
shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters.
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