” “Why not?” she asked quietly. ’ ‘From a convent? Even if I wished to do it, I could not. A fever of shame ran through her being. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. He got up. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. To tell Ruth anything, it would be necessary to tell her everything; and I cannot and you must not. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. 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 manager conceded that he saw, that his original diagnosis was at fault.
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