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. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. You are in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted.
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