"
"What is it you say?" said Alice, turning towards the boy, her sightless
visage inflamed with passion; "that I am a witch, and ought to
have suffered with the helpless old wretches who were murdered at
Haddington?"
"Hear to that now," again whispered Henry, "and me whispering lower than
a wren cheeps!"
"If the usurer, and the oppressor, and the grinder of the poor man's
face, and the remover of ancient landmarks, and the subverter of ancient
houses, were at the same stake with me, I could say, 'Light the fire, in
God's name!'"
"This is dreadful," said Lucy; "I have never seen the poor deserted
woman in this state of mind; but age and poverty can ill bear reproach.
Come, Henry, we will leave her for the present; she wishes to speak
with the Master alone. We will walk homeward, and rest us," she added,
looking at Ravenswood, "by the Mermaiden's Well." "And Alice," said the
boy, "if you know of any hare that comes through among the deer, and
makes them drop their calves out of season, you may tell her, with my
compliments to command, that if Norman has not got a silver bullet ready
for her, I'll lend him one of my doublet-buttons on purpose.
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