Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. 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. “What happened to your parents, Lucy? Is it all right if I ask?” Lucy looked at her with a soft gaze. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration.
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