She pulled, he rose to his feet. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of
love. ”
“Excuse me? You are Hitler Youth?” Lucy replied,
astounded. “Where should we go?”
Knowing that they would be dogged wherever they
went, she volunteered, “Let’s go to the Big Apple. 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. John said nothing. He reached for
her chin and lifted it up. Bah. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded
with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art.
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