"And that pile of stones at your feet is over her grave." Raymond was a brave man, physically and morally, and not at all superstitious; but he recoiled involuntarily from the plank against which he had been leaning, and no longer allowed his right foot to rest upon the top stones of the little heap that marked the grave.
"Oh, I thought you knew it," said the jailer calmly.

"I say, let them fear goodwife Bishop's ghost who did her wrong.

As for me, I favored her all I dared; and her last word to me was a blessing.

But now for your honor's business, I have not long to stay." "I have planned all but the getting out of jail.

Can it be easily done ?" "As easy as walking out of a room." "Will you not be suspected ?" "Not at all, I think--they are so mightily sooperstitious.