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A month later Sellon shot himself in his room at Webb’s Hotel in Piccadilly. Before doing so he wrote an excessively sentimental and gloomy poem entitled No More,⁹ which concludes:

For I am in the cold earth laid,

In the tomb of blood I’ve made.

Mine eyes are glassy, cold and dim,

Adieu my love, and think of him