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Blasted witch! wad ye throttle her?

Ha! imp! hast thou followed me so fast behind? Down with thee! down with thee! There is molten lead and brimstone a-cooking for thy supper; there's no lack of hot porridge for thee, varlet.

Oh madam, oh madam! what hae ye brought on yoursel and on me, that was but a poor ignorant callant! O send for the minister at once, and we 'll down on our knees, and he'll pray for us. The damnation of the wicked is terrible.

She is but raving: the fumes of her posset have been working in her brain; be not foolish enough to be frightened at what she says.

I wish, O I wish I had never done it! I wish I had never set eyes or set thoughts on the mammon of unrighteousness. Oh, oh!

Ha, ha, ha! Thou 'rt frighten'd, art thou?

Thou see'st she is in jest, and has pleasure in