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"Another case!" muttered Potts, making an entry. "Mary Baldwyn, daughter of Richard Baldwyn of Rough Lee, aged How old was she, sexton?" "Throtteen," replied the man; "boh dunna ax me ony more questions, mester. Th' berrin takes place i' an hour, an ey hanna half digg'd th' grave." "Your own name, Master Sexton, and I have done?" said Potts. "Zachariah Worms," answered the man.
"Your injunctions shall be obeyed implicitly, Nance," rejoined, Nicholas. "I have now perfect reliance upon you. But when shall I see you again?" "That depends upon circumstances," she replied. "To-neet, may be may be to-morrow neet. My plans maun be guided by those of others. Boh when next yo see me you win ha' to act."
"'Deed on it is, squoire," replied Bess, "ey wur quite glopp'nt at seet on him. Lorjus o' me! whoy, it's scarcely an hour sin he left here, looking os strong an os 'earty os yersel. Boh it's a kazzardly onsartin loife we lead. Here to-day an gone the morrow, as Parson Houlden says. Wall-a-day!"
See that thou bring it. Demdike then bowed to Summat I couldna see; an axt when t' next meeting wur to be held. 'On the night of Abbot Paslew's execution, awnsert t' voice. On hearing this, ey could bear nah lunger, boh shouted out, 'Witches! devils! Lort deliver us fro' ye! An' os ey spoke, ey tried t' barst thro' t' winda.
"And yet it may mean summot," she added, reflecting a little, "fo ey'n heerd say os how witches fly up chimleys o' broomsticks to attend their sabbaths. Ey should like to fly i' that manner, an change myself into another shape onny shape boh my own. Oh that ey could be os protty os Alizon! Ey dunna knoa whot ey'd nah do to be like her!"
Alizon would blush to see you here." "Then ey'n een stay an vex her," replied Jennet, sharply; "boh ey winna sit near yo onny longer, Mester Sampson Harrop, who ca' yersel gentleman usher, boh who are nah gentleman at aw, nor owt like it, boh merely parish clerk an schoolmester, an a poor schoolmester to boot. Eyn go an sit by Sukey Worseley an Nancy Holt, whom ey see yonder."
But how the devil should these rascals expect me? And, above all, how should they conjecture I should come so well provided? For, sooth to say, such is not ordinarily the case with me." "Ey knoa it weel, squoire," replied Nance, with a laugh; boh they ha received sartin information o' your movements."
"No, no, let her stay!" cried Alizon, quickly; "I shall be miserable if she goes." "Oh, ey'm quite ready to go," said Jennet, "fo ey care little fo sich seets os this boh efore ey leave ey wad fain say a few words to Mester Potts, whom ey see yonder." "What can you want with him, Jennet," cried Alizon, in surprise.
If I hadn't been so short o' wittles for a week, I could ha' carried you. But it's only a step to the cook-shop. Mat. No money, Sue. Sus. O Lord! What shall I do! And that blue-bottle there a buzzin' an' a starin' at us like a dead codfish! Boh! Enter BILL. Bill. Our Mattie! Gracious! what's the row, Susan? Sus. She ain't well. Take her other arm, Bill, and help her out o' this.
All answered in the affirmative except old Mitton, who still raised a dissenting voice. "They be th' owd boundary marks, sure enough," he said; "boh they are neaw i' their owd places." "It is quite clear that the twenty acres belong to Mistress Nutter," observed Nicholas, "and that you must content yourself with ten, Master Nowell.
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