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Desist, I say, or the soldiers shall disperse you forthwith.

Would they burn the miserable creature for an imaginary crime; one may say, for a pastime!

No, good Sir; not imaginary. She is a witch by her own confession. And that woman (pointing to ) is also, by her own words, convicted of consorting and colleaguing with Satan,—an awful and mischievous witch.

Is she so?

Who says otherwise? The sun shines now, and that makes thee bold; but my time of power is coming.

Is this you, Grizeld Bane? What brought you to this part of the country?

The prince of the power of the air.

There, Sir! you hear her confess it. And who is she? for you seem to know her.

A miserable woman whose husband was hanged