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While I was engaged in this diplomatic effort in behalf of the affected member, a hideous crone with disheveled hair, and clad in black garments which were in great disorder, entered the shrine and, laying hands upon me, led me thoroughly frightened, out into the portico.

  “What witches” (she cried,) Rh