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Four young boys are accused with robbery. one of them with murder, Hanging in Britain was still prevalent at that time. Can one of them escape the hangman's noose?'
Ruby White the petite honey blonde who works in a chemist shop spends her lunch break reading poetry in the local library. it is there that she meets Richard Llewellyn Shaw a writer and poet from Wales who has come to the North East to write a book. A relationship develops even though he is eight years her senior.
Then there is Jessie Longworth who has been saddled with looking after her father who is in the early stages of dementia. She is unable to cope with looking after her father, and her family and asks her brother Edward if he will take her father for a while. Joe Corder is an ex-dock worker. He worked hard all his life and gives his son his savings to help him start his own business. He meets Elizabeth who comes from a well to do family who all look down on Jessie and her father. She will not have him in her home.

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She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what was in Richards mind when he wrote the poem. She read it over again trying to memorise it. Then she took out a pencil and her diary and copied it. She ate her one sandwich and an apple before walking back to work. She thought about Richard and how she would give herself completely to the man she loved so deeply. She wanted it to be so special not only for herself but for Richard too; the fact that she’d never been with a man before worried her. Nagging doubt crept into her mind, the thought of making a complete fool of herself. After all she was only nineteen and not twenty until Friday. She had to do it sometime and better with someone she loved. Ruby had heard her friends talk about a one night stand they’d had. It was given freely with out question or feeling for the person they were doing it with. Many ended up getting pregnant and forced into a marriage that they didn’t want. This would be different; she would be making love with a man whom she loved with a passion, someone who ruled her every thought.  Once more  it was Richard who loved her as much as she loved him.

The afternoon seemed to drag on as Ruby kept checking her watch then the clock that hung on the wall.

“You’re awfully quiet today Ruby is everything alright asked Mr Dennison?’

“Yes, I’m fine; just a bit tired today I must have walked about four miles yesterday with my mam and some friends.

“Well you get yourself off home early, I can manage here.’

“Thank you Mr Dennison, I will make the time up later in the week.’

Ruby put on her coat and a head scarf then said good bye to the chemist shop owner before hurrying on to the bus stop.

The wind had picked up now and the stone bus shelter gave very little protection from the elements as it blew directly in her face. She had to turn side ways to avoid the grit from the road going into her eyes. Every now and again she popped her head outside to see if the bus was coming. Ruby had ten minutes to wait before it arrived. The driver of the green bus stopped just outside of “The Mariners Arms.” Sitting down at the front was a lot warmer than the back where the wind blew in from the open door.

The conductor rang the bell and the bus pulled away. He came and took her fare before going up stairs.

There weren’t many people getting on at quarter to five so the bus was able to drive fairly quickly without stopping to East Howdon.

“You’re quick out of the blocks tonight Ruby said the driver who she could never remember the name of.

“My boss let me away early tonight because I have a date.’

“Who’s the lucky fella’ then Ruby.’

“He’s called Richard; he’s a writer from Wales.’

“A writer aye, that’s very posh.’ Where did you meet him then?’

“I met him in the library.’

“He must really like you coming all the way from Wales an aal.’

“He lives in crook in County Durham.’

“Right up in the hills with all of those sheep and cows making a racket.’

Then there’s the owl’s at night.’ Me and the wife took the caravan up there one year. I couldn’t get to bloody sleep.’

“Richard has a cottage and where he lives it is very quiet.’

“A writer wi a cottage; he must be worth a few bob then?’

“I reckon so, she lied as she rang the bell for her stop.

“Nice to see you going up in the world Ruby, enjoy you date.’

“Thank you, see you.’

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