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XVI. The Witch Hunt

           "Tothehorrifiedspectatorsheseemedtopasshishandbackwardsandforwardsthroughtheman’shead,asifaknifehadgonethroughapatofbutter.

           "What’sinyoureen?"hecried,leaningforward."Iseethefiresofhellandthewormthatdiethnot.God!thebleezeo’themiskeekin’through!"

           Foramomentitseemedtoallthataruddyglowofflameleapedtotheroof,andDaftGibbieinhisagitationfellfromhisseatandrushedtothedoor.TheidiotflungitopenandscreamedbeyondReiverslawtothewaitingcrowd,"Comeinbye,everysoulo’ye.TheprickerthattormentedpuirBessieisgettinghispaiks,andGlee’dMarkisdrawin’hellfireouto’him.Comeinbyeandseethebonnysicht."

           Reiverslawandadozenothersenteredthegranary;thedoorremainedhalfopenandthenightwindsweptupthedustandchaffofthefloorandmadetheredlightseemamonstrouswaveringcloudthathunglikeaninfernalaureoleoverthewretchedman.

           Markhadhimbytheshoulder."Andwhat’sthis?"hecried,tearinghisshirtasideandshowinghisbarethroat."AsIlivebybread,it’saDeil’spap!"Certainlytotheaudienceitseemedthatabovethebreastgrewasmallblackteat.

           Thecreaturewasinanextremityofterror.Fearhadsodrainedthebloodfromhiseyeballsthatthepupilsseemedtoburnwithanuncannybrightness,evenaftertheredhadgoneoutofthelight.

           "There’snaebull’spizzleneedittomakethiswauf[feeble]bodyconfess."Mark’sirongripwasstillonhisshoulder.

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