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"Where is the rescued fair one?" continued the gentleman who, for his own

pleasure, had led the conservers of law and order "Produce the sibyl,

honest Dogberry! Faith, if the lady be not an ingrate, you've henceforth a

friend at court!"

"My name is Saunders,--Dick Saunders, your Honor," quoth the constable

"For the witch, she lies quiet on the ground beneath the cedar yonder"

"She won't speak!" cried another "She just lies there tre, with her

face in her hands"

"But she said, 'O Christ!' e took her froh drowned," ended the constable "And I'm a-tremble myself,

the water was that cold Wauns! I wish I were in the chimney corner at the

Court House ordinary!"

Thecloak to one of the constable's

round yonder; and you,

Tohbors would do, mount and

take the witch behind you Master Constable, you will lodge Hecate in the

gaol to-night, and in the reat house We