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Backwards and forwards the animal was tossed, like a bark upon the ocean. Now he seemed as if about to turn a somerset and circumnavigate the beam from which he hung, creaking and groaning dismally all the while, like an unhappy soul in purgatory. The loose shutters of the upper story of the tavern chattered like the teeth of a witch-ridden old crone.
Iron forks were used in the kitchen, as is shown in the inventory of Zerubbabel Endicott in 1683. And three-tined iron forks were stuck into poor witch-ridden souls in Salem by William Morse his Dæmon. In 1718 Judge Sewall gave Widow Denison two cases with a knife and fork in each, "one Turtleshell tackling the other long with Ivory handles squar'd cost 4s. 6d."
He further wished he might be essentially etceteraed if he believed there was another solicitor, besides Mr. Craven, in London who would allow such a hag to haunt his offices. "Talk about River Hall being haunted," he finished; "it is we who are witch-ridden, I call it, by that old Irishwoman. She ought to be burnt at Smithfield. I'd be at the expense of the faggots!"
Evidently you are able to see over the wall farther than most of the witch-ridden New Englanders I've met. I should like the chance to launch this Rosalind of yours. But don't make it too far off. Youth is the biggest drawing card in the world and the most transient. You have to get in the game early to get away with it. I'll start her whenever you say next week next month next year.
It was he who dressed up for me a hag that nightly sate upon my pillow a sure bed-fellow, when my aunt or my maid was far from me. I durst not, even in the day-light, once enter the chamber where I slept, without my face turned to the window, aversely from the bed where my witch-ridden pillow was. Parents do not know what they do when they leave tender babes alone to go to sleep in the dark.
"Is the chief witch-ridden?" "Has word come that Eric is dead?" "Has Leif quarrelled with King Olaf, that the King has banished him?" "Greenland, grave-mound for living men!" "What for?" "In the Troll's name, why?" "You are lying; it is certain that you are." "Speak, you raven!" "In a moment, in a moment, give me breath and room, my masters," the thrall answered boldly.
"He was, my lady, but since he fell into the water he swears that he will work no more on the wall." Lady Philippa spoke but with winsome frankness, "The men say, good mother, that the wall is witch-ridden because it has fallen thrice. They are afraid, that is why they do not reason. Surely in God's world we should be safe from such evil, if we serve Him.
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