After that night she made it a habit. Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg. “And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. His fellow-prisoners nicknamed him the gallows-provider, from a habit he had of picking out all those who were destined to the gibbet. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin.
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