Irritated by this circumstance, as well as by the failure of the experiment, the little attorney jumped down and fell to kicking the unfortunate rat, after which, his fury being somewhat appeased, he turned to Nance, who had sunk for support against the pedestal, and said to her--"If you will tell us what has become of the old witch your grandmother, and undertake to bear witness against her, you shall be set free." "Ey'n tell ye nowt, mon," replied Nance, doggedly.

"Put me to onny trial ye like, ye shanna get a word fro me." "That remains to be seen," retorted Potts, "but I apprehend we shall make you speak, and pretty plainly too, before we've done with you .-- You hear what this perverse and wrong-headed young witch declares, masters," he shouted, again clambering upon the cross.

"I have offered her liberty, on condition of disclosing to us the manner of her diabolical old relative's evasion, and she rejects it." An angry roar followed, mixed with cries from Jem Device, of "swim her!--swim her!" "You had better tell them what you know, Nance," said Richard, in a low tone, "or I shall have difficulty in preserving you from their fury." "Ey darena, Master Richard," she replied, shaking her head; and then she added firmly, "Ey winna." Finding it useless to reason with her, and fearing also that the infuriated crowd might attempt to put their threats into execution, Richard turned to his cousin Nicholas, and said: "We must get her away, or violence will be done." "She does not deserve your compassion, Dick," replied Nicholas; "she is only a few degrees better than the old hag who has escaped.

Sparshot here tells me she is noted for her skill in modelling clay figures." "Yeigh, that hoo be," replied the broad-faced beadle; "hoo's unaccountable cliver ot that sort o' wark.

A clay figger os big os a six months' barn, fashiont i' th' likeness o' Farmer Grimble o' Briercliffe lawnd, os died last month, war seen i' her cottage, an monny others besoide.