But I never seen Mr Charvill, and when the Frenchie come out, I followed him again, like you told me. It was not a long prayer. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. . In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him.
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