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" "There, now! You mustn't get mixed. “Please stay,” she said briefly. She and John were able to see each other many times and spent long romantic winter afternoons together. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. 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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