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The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. "Good night. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. ’ Still no response. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. 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 man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining, he came down to ten. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. "You open it, Ruth. Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for a moment to the Hollander.

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