This is exactly right.

This story contains adult content and language.

Listener discretion is advised. On January 1st 1845, a group of concerned neighbors and a doctor stared down at the

lifeless body of Sarah Hart. Her children continued to sleep inside the cottage as

their mother their their protector, laid dead, murdered by their father, John Tall.

There were two glasses on the kitchen table, one contained Porter, another was empty.

Tall had vanished into the winter night,

after rushing past a concerned neighbor who noted his dark, distinctive Quaker garb.

He was racing to catch a train at the nearby station,

the 742 PM that would pull up shortly.

Remember, he knew the schedule well because he had visited Sarah frequently over the years to pay her child support. The doctor's cousin was a local reverend and he had sent for the local parish

constable. The pair raced to catch the Quaker before he disappeared on a train to

London.

Tall had been in trouble before. He had been caught being devious.

And yet, as Meg Edward says,

this didn't seem to deter him.

He knows what this feels like.

He knows this, he was quite comfortable entering that feeling again.

But perhaps it's because the last time he was caught,

his punishment was actually a benefit.

I feel like if you are punished to a point where you are transported for 14 years

and let's face it. The only thing that comes of that is that you make an

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