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. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. Wood, would preclude the possibility of his remaining with his new friends as long as his inclinations prompted.
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