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 may, admitted me to a night's lodging, when I was in distress: nevertheless—what am I to think of these appearances? Meetings in the dead of the night, so dark, private, and clandestine?"

"But, who could 't be as did call up Nat?" interrupted Dame Fairfield; "for my husband do go only o' the Friday.—" and then, giving a loud scream, "La be good unto me!" she continued, "if an't be last month, 't be my husband for sure! for a could no' go o' the Friday, being the great fair!"

The expression of horrour now depicted upon the countenance of Juliet, told the dame the mischief done by her unguarded speech; and, in a panic uncontroulable, she flung her apron over her face, and sobbed out, T be all blown, then, and we, we be all no better than ondone!"

Shocked, grieved, and appalled at this detection, and uncertain whither it might lead, or what might be its extent, the thoughts of Juliet were now all engrossed