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Fearing he was about to commit some rash act, Bess rushed forward and caught hold of his doublet. "Bethink thee whot theaw has just heerd fro' t' minister, Ruchot," she cried in a voice of solemn warning.
Poor lass! poor lass!" and he brushed the dew from his eyes with his brawny hand. "Was her death sudden?" asked Potts. "Neaw, not so sudden, mester," replied the sexton. "Ruchot Baldwyn had fair warnin'. Six months ago Meary wur ta'en ill, an fro' t' furst he knoad how it wad eend." "How so, friend?" asked Potts, whose curiosity began to be aroused.
Ey wur so moydert an wurrotit wi' their ca'in an bawlin fo' ele an drink, that ey swore they shouldna ha' another drawp wi' my consent; an, to be os good os my word, ey clapt key o' t' cellar i' my pocket, an leavin' our Margit to answer 'em, ey set out os yo see, intendin' to go os far as t' mill, an comfort poor deeavely Ruchot Baldwyn in his trouble."
"Eigh, Ruchot o' Roaph's," he observed to a bystander, "that's a fearfo sect that gallas. Yoan been up to t' Holehouses to tey a look at it, beloike?"
Nevertheless, I am glad the poor wench has got off." "She is safe within the church," said Potts, "and I command Master Richard, in the king's name, to let us pass. Beadle! Sharpshot, Sparshot, or whatever be your confounded name do your duty, sirrah. Enter the church, and bring forth the witch." "Ey darna, mester," replied Simon; "young mester Ruchot ud slit mey weasand os soon os look ot meh."
Cast em off ye, I adjure thee, an come whoam wi me." Meanwhile, the reeve had sprung across the grave. "Thy answer at once," he said, grasping the miller's arm, and breathing the words in his ears. "Vengeance is in thy power. A word, and it is thine." The miller groaned bitterly. He was sorely tempted. "What is that mon sayin' to thee, Ruchot?" inquired Bess.
In an instant the alarmed rustics were on their feet, and Ruchot o' Roaph's, and some few among them, took to their heels, but Ashbead, Hal o' Nabs, with half a dozen others, stood their ground manfully. The monks remained in the hope of preventing any violence. Presently the halberdiers came up.
"Dunna ax, boh tak me away," he answered. "Ey am lost else." "Let him lay a finger on yo if he dare," said Bess, sturdily. "Leave him alone yo dunna knoa who he is," whispered the miller. "Ey con partly guess," she rejoined; "boh ey care nother fo' mon nor dule when ey'm acting reetly. Come along wi' me, Ruchot."
"There yo're wrong, squoire fo' unluckily they aw did," replied Nance, with a scarcely-suppressed laugh. "Roger Nowell gied him one hundred; Tummus Whitaker of Holme, another; Ruchot Parker o' Browsholme, another. An more i' th' same way." "And the rascal pocketed it all, and never brought me back one farthing," cried Nicholas, in a transport of rage.
Boh may be ye winna loike Mester Ruchot to hear what ey ha' getten to tell ye." "I will leave you," said Richard, about to depart. "Oh! no, no!" cried Alizon, "she can have nothing to say which you may not hear." "Shan ey go back to Granny Demdike, an tell her yo're too proud to receive her message?" asked the child. "On no account," whispered Richard. "Do not let her anger the old hag."
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