"But do you think they are bewitched?"
"Na'; I dinna think they are."
"Well, then—what do you think about them?"
"I kinna say; my thoughts are my ain whiles I keep them to mysel'; but ance they are out, they are anither's."
"But who do you think is their master?"
"That is nae affair o' mine—I dinna serve him."
"But who do you think they serve?"
"Aiblins they be dealin' in the black art, ye maun ken as weel as I."
"Do you believe they do not speak the truth?"
"'Deed; an' they may lee, for a' I ken."
"And why may not you lie as well?"
"I dare na' tell a lee—not if it wad save my life."
"Pray God discover you, if you are guilty," said the examiner impatiently; and the dauntless woman responded fervently, "Amen! amen! so be it; but a fause tongue can ne'er make an innocent bodie guilty."
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