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Thomas felt the collar of his jerkin being twisted tighter in the grip of the stronger man. If he didn't fall off the tower to his death, he would surely soon be strangled. He wriggled desperately under the weight of his assailant, but Joshua was too strong. Anyway, he could feel the edge of the building in the middle of his back now, cutting across his spine. If he moved again, they might both plunge to their deaths. He clutched at the joint in the stonework down by his waist, tearing his fingernails. The Jew thrust his face at Thomas and hissed into his ear.
‘Hannah is not to be spoiled by you. You will leave her alone, one way or another.'