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Updated: May 6, 2025
So presently Beltane brought the Abbess where stood Sir Benedict with an easy-paced jennet for her use and his company formed up in column beyond the camp. Then Beltane lifted the lady Abbess to the saddle and with her hand yet clasped in his, reached the other to Sir Benedict.
Ey hate yo becose yung Ruchot Assheton loves yo an becose yo ha better luck i' aw things than ey have, or con expect to have. That's why I hate yo, Alizon. When yo are a witch ey shan love yo, for then we shan be equals once more." "That will never be, Jennet," said Alizon, sadly, but firmly.
Mark my words." "Efore that ey shan see ye burned, ye faggot," cried Jennet, almost fiercely. "Ye'n gotten the fiend's mark o' your sleeve," cried Nance. "Ey see it written i' letters ov blood." "That's where our cat scratted me," replied Jennet, hiding her arm quickly. "Good! very good!" observed Potts, rubbing his hands.
"Why, let me see," was the reply; "I'd indulge every one of your whims and wishes. You should only need ask to have." "Poh poh yo'd never content her," observed Elizabeth, testily. "It's nah your way to try an content me, mother, even whon ye might," rejoined Jennet, who, if she loved few people, loved her mother least of all, and never lost an opportunity of testifying her dislike to her.
When the Captain, a few days before the review, brought him a chestnut jennet, with a long tail and flowing mane, which would not keep quiet for five seconds, but kept on shaking its head, had extraordinary action, answered the slightest touch of the leg, and stepped out as if it knew no other motion, General Daumont de Croisailles showered compliments upon him, and assured him that he knew few officers who possessed his intelligence and his value, and that he should not forget him when the proper time came for recommending him for promotion.
"An so this is your grand scheme, eh, sir?" "This is my scheme, Jennet," said Potts, "and a notable scheme it is, my little lass. Think it over. "Boh, ey am neaw witch, ey tell ye, mon," cried Jennet, angrily. "But you're a witch's bairn, my little lassy," replied Potts, "and that's just as bad, and you'll grow up to be a witch in due time that is, if your career be not cut short.
During the latter part of the conversation, and when it turned upon the arrest of Jennet and her mother, the expression of the child's countenance, malicious enough to begin with, became desperately malignant, and she was only restrained by certain signs from the cat, which appeared to be intelligible to her, from some act of mischief.
"Nah, nah! they shanna stap my mouth they shanna gag me," cried Jennet. "Ey win speak out. The King shan hear me. You are as bad os me." "All malice, your Majesty all malice," cried the attorney. "Malice, nae doubt, in great pairt," replied James; "but some truth as weel, I fear, sir. And in any case it will prevent my doing any thing for you."
"Os ye win, mother," he said in an altered tone. After a pause, employed in eating, he added, "Did Mistress Nutter put onny questions to ye about Alizon?" "More nor enough, lad," replied Elizabeth; "fo what had ey to tell her? She praised her beauty, an said how unlike she wur to Jennet an thee, lad ha! ha! An wondert how ey cum to ha such a dowter, an monny other things besoide.
At sight of her daughter a loud cry of rage and astonishment burst from Elizabeth Device, and, rushing forward, she would have seized her, if Tib had not kept her off by a formidable display of teeth and talons. Jennet made no effort to join her mother, but regarded her with a malicious and triumphant grin. "This is my chilt," screamed Elizabeth.
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