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Page 279 - I requested that I might hold one of her hands, but it was denied me ; then she desired me to wipe the tears from her eyes, and the sweat from her face which I did ; then she desired she might lean herself on me, saying she should faint. Justice Hathorn replied she had strength enough to torment these persons, and she should have strength enough to stand.
Page 282 - ... us to confess what we did confess. And indeed that confession, that it is said we made, was no other than what was suggested to us by some gentlemen^they telling us that we were witches, and they knew it, and we knew it, and they knew that we knew it, which made us think that it was so...
Page 131 - That he bought a Sow of Edward Bishop, the Husband of the Prisoner ; and was to pay the Price agreed, unto another person. This Prisoner being angry that she was thus hindred from fingring the Mony, quarrell'd with Ely.
Page 132 - He answered, No question but he will grind it for you. Being then gone about six Rods from her, with a small Load in his Cart, suddenly the Off-wheel stump'd, and sunk down into an hole, upon plain Ground; so that the Deponent was forced to get help...
Page 279 - Having been there one night, next morning the jailer put irons on her legs (having received such a command ;) the weight of them was about eight pounds ; these irons and her other afflictions soon brought her into convulsion fits, so that I thought she would have died that night. I sent to entreat that the irons might be taken off; but all entreaties were in vain, if it would have saved her life, so that in this condition she must continue.