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Updated: June 11, 2025
The countenance of the rustic was pale, but his bearing was determined. "You here, my son," cried Paslew. "I hoped you had escaped." "Ey'm i' nah dawnger, feyther abbut," replied Hal. "Ey'n getten leef to visit ye fo a minute only, so ey mun be brief. Mey yourself easy, ye shanna dee be't hongmon's honds." "How, my son!" cried Paslew. "I understand you not."
One o' owr chaps has just tuk em up a big black jack fu' o' stout ele; an ey warrant me they winnaw stir yet awhoile. Win it please yo to cum wi' me, lort abbut?" With this, he marched along the passage, followed by the others, and presently arrived at a door, against which he tapped.
"Of a surety, my lord; but all have an aversion to the office, and hold it opprobrious, especially to put churchmen to death," replied the officer. "Opprobrious or not, it must be done," replied the earl. "See that fitting persons are provided." At this moment Hal o' Nabs stepped forward. "Ey'm willing t' ondertake t' job, my lord, an' t' hong t' abbut, without fee or rewort," he said.
He is a stranger here." "Ey knoas neawt abowt him, lort abbut, 'cept that he cum to Pendle a twalmont agoa," replied Ashbead; "boh ey knoas fu' weel that t'eawtcumbling felly robt me ot prettiest lass i' aw Lonkyshiar aigh, or i' aw Englondshiar, fo' t' matter o' that." "What manner of man is he?" inquired the abbot.
Poor Cuthbert Ashbead would ha' been here i'stead o' meh if he couldn; boh that accursed wizard, Nick Demdike, turned my hont agen him, an' drove t' poike head intended for himself into poor Cuthbert's side. They clapt meh i' a dungeon, boh Ebil monaged to get me out, an' ey then swore to do whot poor Cuthbert would ha' done, if he'd been livin' so here ey am, lort abbut, cum to set yo free.
It is therefore that I have placed her and her husband under the ban of the Church; pronounced sentence of excommunication against them; and commanded all my clergy to refuse baptism to their infant daughter, newly born." "Wea's me! ey knoas 't reet weel, lort abbut," replied Ashbead, "and Bess taks t' sentence sore ta 'ert!"
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