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Let me watch by her then, and go you to rest.

I dare not: her fits may return.

The medicine you have given her will, I trust, prevent it: so do go to rest, my dear mother!

No, dear Robert; her disease is one over which no natural medicine has any power. As sure as there are witches and warlocks on earth—and we know there are—they have been dealing with her this night.

Be not too sure of this. The noise of the storm, and the flashes of lightning, might alarm her, and bring on convulsions.

Ah, foolish youth! thou art proud of the heathenish learning thou hast gleaned up at college, and wilt not believe what is written in Scripture.

Nay, mother, say only that I do not believe—