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XVI. The Witch Hunt
Youhavemaybekilledher,murdererthatyoube!YoursinscryouttoGod,andyoursaboveall,EphraimCaird,whosehandsIhavemyselfseendippedintheblackestwitchcraft."
Chasehope’sfacewassmilingblandly.
"Ikennawhatrightyehavetomeddle,sir,"hesaid."Thepaperye’vetornisbutacopy.Thememorialitsel’willbeinsafehandsthisnicht.Wadyesetyoursel’upagainstthePresbyteryandthelawo’theland,youthathavebeensuspendedthisday,asisweelkenned,fraeyourrightsasministero’thisparish?Ye’dbestganghametoyourbed,sir,andpraythatyemaybedeliveredfraethesino’presumption.Thiswomanwillbidethenichtinthisplaceunderlockandkey,tilltheShirrasendsforher."
"Shewillgowithmetothemansethisnight--and,pleaseGod,Iwillnurseherbackintolife."
Therecouldbenoquestionoftheconsternationoftheaudience--italmostequalledhisown.Chasehopealonekepthiscomposure;theothersstaredinhorrorandgrowinganger.
"Thatwillnobepermitted,"camefromtheloweringMirehope,and"Abonnyminister,"criedanother,"tofilehishousewi’adirtywitch.Hemaunhimsel’beowergreatwi’theDeil."Theprickertwistedandgrinned,andhiseyeswatchedapprovinglythespasmsofthewomanonthestraw.
Davidwascarriedoutofhimself,andbeforehewasawareofithaddrawnhissword.
"Shegoestothemanse.Iwillsuffernoletorhindranceinthisplainduty.Whoeveropposesmewillrueit."
"Wadyedeforcethesession?"Mirehopeshoutedinavoicelikeabullandgottohisfeet.