Silence, and other stories . ked. Look,Ann ! he whispered. I cannot. Look ! Ann turned her head. Why, she said, andher voice was quite natural and sweet, it had evena tone of glad relief in it, I see naught but alittle maid in the door. See you not Goodman Proctor in the win-dow ? Nay, said Ann, smiling ; I see naught butthe little maid in the door. She is in a blue pet-ticoat, and she has a yellow head, but her littlecheeks are pale, I trow. See you not Goodwife Proctor in the yard bythe well ? asked Joseph. Nay, goodman ; I see naught but the littlemaid in the door. She has a fair face, but
Silence, and other stories . ked. Look,Ann ! he whispered. I cannot. Look ! Ann turned her head. Why, she said, andher voice was quite natural and sweet, it had evena tone of glad relief in it, I see naught but alittle maid in the door. See you not Goodman Proctor in the win-dow ? Nay, said Ann, smiling ; I see naught butthe little maid in the door. She is in a blue pet-ticoat, and she has a yellow head, but her littlecheeks are pale, I trow. See you not Goodwife Proctor in the yard bythe well ? asked Joseph. Nay, goodman ; I see naught but the littlemaid in the door. She has a fair face, but nowshe falls a-weeping. 01), I fear lest she be allalone in the house. I tell you, Goodman Proctor and GoodwifeProctor are both there, returned Joseph. Thinkyou I see not with my own eyes ? GoodmanProctor has on a red cap, and Goodwife Proctorholds a spindle. He urged on the horse with asudden cry. Now the prayers do stick in mythroat, he groaned. I would we were out ofthis devils nest! Oh, Joseph, implored Ann, prithee wait. ^\4V<V I SEE NAUGHT BUT A LITTLE .MAID IN THE DllDU THE LITTLE MAID AT THE DOOR a minute ! The little maid is calling motherafter me. Saw you not how she favored our littleSusanna who died ? Hear her ! There wasnaught there but the little maid. Joseph, Ipray you, stop. Nay ; Ill ride till the nag drops, said JosephBayley, with a lash. This last be too much. Itell ye they are there, and they are also in hellish work. Ann said no more for a little space ; a curve inthe road hid the Proctor house from sight. Sud-denly she raised a great cry. Oh! oh! shescreamed, tis gone ; tis gone from my foot ! Joseph stopped. What is gone ? My shoe ; but now I missed it from my must alight, and go back for it. Joseph started the horse again. Ann caught at the reins. Stop, goodman,she cried, imperatively. I tell you I must havemy shoe. And I tell you Ill stop for no shoe in thisplace, were it made of gold. Goodman, you know not what shoe tis. Tisone of my
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