Those are not my own words," said Meg in a changed voice as she sat down again.

"They are the words of that devil, Martha the Mare, which she spoke in my hearing when we had her on the rack, but somehow I think that they will come true, and that is why I always remember them." "Indeed, her ladyship the Mare is a more interesting person than I thought, though if she can talk like that, perhaps, after all, it would have been as well to drown her.

And now, dropping prophecy and leaving posterity to arrange for itself, let us come to business.

How much?
For evidence which would suffice to procure his conviction, mind." "Five hundred florins, not a stiver less, so, Excellency, you need not waste your time trying to beat me down.

You want good evidence, evidence on which the Council, or whoever they may appoint, will convict, and that means the unshaken testimony of two witnesses.