”
When he brought home papers from Florence
verifying that she had been declared dead having
committed suicide the fateful day at the manor, she could
barely believe Gianfrancesco’s signature at the bottom of
the page. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone. There's the grand laced coat he wore at his trial,
which I intend for my wedding-dress. I have always hated it. Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not
spoken. Because of the woman’s pregnant status, a
panic had spread in the county that a serial murderer was
afoot, but she had made sure to copy the crimes of a
famous serial killer that she had read about in the paper
to cover herself and mislay blame. 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. When I think of those ateliers of
ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. PRIVATE FIRST CLASS
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.
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