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Pete obeyed, and seemed to forget his injuries, taking Mother Warboys' other arm, and helping her out of the yard, she saying no more, but shaking her head, and muttering that she "always knowed how it would be."
Cotton, Gleanings ... relative to the History of ... Exeter, 152. In the famous Warboys case of 1593 it was the witch's presence that relieved the bewitched of their ailments. York Depositions, 64-67. Glanvill, Sadducismus Triumphatus, pt. ii, 120-121. Hist. MSS. Comm. Reports, Various, I, 120. York Depositions, 69. Ibid., 75-78. See the story of Anne Bodenham.
"Don't you go a-thinking that I keer a nutshell about Pete Warboys, Master Tom," said David, as he was looking into the cottage with the boy by his side, "because I don't, and it sims to me as the fewer Pete Warboyses there is in the world the better we should be. It warn't him I come about's mornin' not Pete, you know, but the lad as had had an accident, and got nearly killed. See?"
"David says he is sure that it was Pete." "Why does he say that?" "Because Pete would know where the ladder was kept, and get it into the yard." "To be sure; no one more likely," said Uncle Richard, watching his nephew keenly, and then opening and shutting two or three of the drawers as if waiting for Tom to go on speaking. But Tom remained silent. "But you don't think it was Pete Warboys, eh?"
"Here, Tom, you had better keep the dog back." "But you are sure some one is buried here?" said Uncle Richard. "Yes; it is Pete Warboys he has a kind of cave here. It's crushed in," Tom hastened to explain. "If we try to dig him out we shall suffocate him," cried Uncle Richard, speaking as if he had no doubt of the boy living still.
Then came a bright wintry day, when Tom was out having a brisk run, and to his surprise he came upon Pete Warboys, who made a rush into the woods and disappeared, leaving his dog behind. "Then he has come back," said Tom to himself; and he stared at the dog, which stood looking at him and the whole scene of the fight, and then the surgical operation upon the dog's nose, came back.
"Polishing these glasses together so as to get one of them perfectly flat." "Tchah! that's easy enough. What d'yer want 'em so flat for?" "So as to make a reflector that will send back a ray of light quite exact a perfect mirror." "That's a looking-glass, arn't it, sir?" "Yes." "I wish you'd make one, sir, as would work o' nights, and show us when Pete Warboys comes arter my pippins.
"All right, David, I'll help you. I hope it is Pete Warboys. I should like to give him stick." "We'll give him stake instead, Master Tom." "Never mind that now. I want you to help me move that chest of drawers and desk out of uncle's study to the laboratory." "Very good, sir; but you might call a spade a spade." "What do you mean?" said Tom, staring.
I saw something by the tree and heard a rustling, and I thought it must be Pete Warboys." "But you should ha' spoke, sir," cried David, from over the other side now. "Mussy on us, you did hit hard." "Yes; I thought it was Pete, and that he had come at last." "Come at last!" grumbled David, as Uncle Richard stood silently shaking with laughter. "Why, he's been "
When breakfast was half over he felt in the highest spirits, for his uncle had made no allusion to the adventure in the garden over-night. Tom saw very little of Pete Warboys during the next fortnight or so. The fruit kept on ripening, and twice over raids were made upon the garden, but whoever stole the fruit left no clue but a few footmarks behind, and these were always made by bare feet.
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