When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little.
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