People running, screaming, hiding. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police. Beyond was another door, on which was painted in black letters: MR. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. 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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