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grave, and have passed through the fearful pass of death, from which there is no return.

You make me tremble, Violet Murrey: if you are innocent, who can be guilty?

Be it so deem'd! it is God's will: I must be meek when such words are uttered against me. (After a pause.) And you think it possible that I have practised with evil powers for the torment and destruction of your child; of poor Jessie, who was my little companion and play-fellow, whom I loved, and do love so truly; who hung round my neck so kindly, and called meay, sister was a sweet word from her guileless lips, and seemed to be(Bursts into an agony of tears.)

She may well weep and wring her hands: it makes me weep to think of the power of the Evil One over poor unassisted nature. Had she been less gentle and lovely, he had tempted her less strongly. I would give the best part of all that I possess to make and to prove her innocent. But it cannot be; O no! it cannot be!

Forbear! forbear! Prayer and supplication