Tales of a Traveller by Washington Irving
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the law into her own hands. She had her own notions of cleanliness
also. She ordered the fellow to be drawn through the horsepond to cleanse away all offences, and then to be well rubbed down with an oaken towel." "And what became of him afterwards?" said the inquisitive gentleman. "I do not exactly know--I believe he was sent on a voyage of improvement to Botany Bay." "And your aunt--" said the inquisitive gentleman--"I'll warrant she took care to make her maid sleep in the room with her after that." "No, sir, she did better--she gave her hand shortly after to the roystering squire; for she used to observe it was a dismal thing for a woman to sleep alone in the country." "She was right," observed the inquisitive gentleman, nodding his head sagaciously--"but I am sorry they did not hang that fellow." It was agreed on all hands that the last narrator had brought his tale to the most satisfactory conclusion; though a country clergyman present regretted that the uncle and aunt, who figured in the different stories, had not been married together. They certainly would have been well matched. "But I don't see, after all," said the inquisitive gentleman, "that there was any ghost in this last story." "Oh, if it's ghosts you want, honey," cried the Irish captain of |
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