She met him by the dugout after the game. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother.
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