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oner._ Look at those shoes. Saw you ever the like on Mr. Gaunt's feet? _Jane._ That I never did, Dame. _Prisoner._ What, not when he came into the kitchen on the 15th of October? _Jane._ Nay, he was booted. By the same token I saw the boy a cleaning of them for supper. _Prisoner._ Those boots, when you broke into his room, did you find them? _Jane._ Nay, when the man went his boots went; as reason was. We found naught of his but a soiled glove. _Prisoner._ Had the pedler boots on? _Jane._ Alas! who ever seed a booted pedler? _Prisoner._ Had he these very shoes on? Look at them. _Jane._ I couldn't say for that. He had shoon, for they did properly clatter on my bricks. _Judge._ Clatter on her bricks! What in the world does she mean? _Prisoner._ I think she means on the floor of her kitchen. 'T is a brick floor, if I remember right. _Judge._ Good woman, say, is that what you mean? _Jane._ Ay, an 't please you, my lord. _Prisoner._ Had the pedler a mole on his forehead? _Jane._ Not that I know on. I never took so much notice of the man. But, la, dame, now I look at you, I don't believe you was ever the one to murder our master. _Wiltshire._ We don't want your opinion. Confine yourself to facts. _Prisoner._ You heard me rating my husband on that night: what was it I said about the constables,--do you remember? _Jane._ La, dame, I wouldn't ask that if I was in your place. _Prisoner._ I am much obliged to you for your advice; but answer me--truly. _Jane._ Well, if you will have it, I think you said they should be here in the morning. But, indeed, good gentlemen, her bark was always worse than her bite, poor soul. _Judge._ Here. That meant at Hernshaw Castle, I presume. _Jane._ Ay, my lord, an' if it please your lordship's honor's worship. * * * * * Mrs. Gaunt, husbanding the patience of the court, put no questions at all to several witnesses; but she cross-examined Mrs. Ryder very closely. This was necessary; for Ryder was a fatal witness. Her memory had stored every rash and hasty word the poor lady had uttered, and, influenced either by animosity or prejudice, she put the worst color on every suspicious circumstance. She gave her damnatory evidence neatly, and clearly, and with a seeming candor and regret, that disarmed suspicion. When her examination in chief concluded, there was but one opinion amongst the bar, and the auditors in gen
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