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. Wood. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. ’ ‘How do you know?’ Lucilla repeated, almost as sceptical as her intended spouse.
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