Curious, if True: Strange TalesGaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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Curious, if True: Strange Tales
Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
Curiosities and wonders -- Fiction; Horror tales; Short stories
Then Pastor Tappau blindfolded her, all unresisting, but with languid
wonder in her heart as to what was to come next. She heard people enter
the dungeon softly, and heard whispering voices; then her hands were
lifted up and made to touch some one near, and in an instant she heard
a noise of struggling, and the well-known voice of Prudence shrieking
out in one of her hysterical fits, and screaming to be taken away and
out of that place. It seemed to Lois as if some of her judges must have
doubted of her guilt, and demanded yet another test. She sat down
heavily on her bed, thinking she must be in a horrible dream, so
compassed about with dangers and enemies did she seem. Those in the
dungeon--and by the oppression of the air she perceived that they were
many--kept on eager talking in low voices. She did not try to make out
the sense of the fragments of sentences that reached her dulled brain,
till, all at once, a word or two made her understand they were
discussing the desirableness of applying the whip or the torture to
make her confess, and reveal by what means the spell she had cast upon
those whom she had bewitched could be dissolved. A thrill of affright
ran through her; and she cried out, beseechingly:
'I beg you, sirs, for God's mercy sake, that you do not use such awful
means. I may say anything--nay, I may accuse any one if I am subjected
to such torment as I have heard tell about. For I am but a young girl,
and not very brave, or very good, as some are.'
It touched the hearts of one or two to see her standing there; the
tears streaming down from below the coarse handkerchief tightly bound
over her eyes; the clanking chain fastening the heavy weight to the
slight ankle; the two hands held together as if to keep down a
convulsive motion.
'Look!' said one of these. 'She is weeping. They say no witch can weep
tears.'
But another scoffed at this test, and bade the first remember how those
of her own family, the Hicksons even, bore witness against her.
Once more she was bidden to confess. The charges, esteemed by all men
(as they said) to have been proven against her, were read over to her,
with all the testimony borne against her in proof thereof. They told
her that, considering the godly family to which she belonged, it had
been decided by the magistrates and ministers of Salem that he should
have her life spared, if she would own her guilt, make reparation, and
submit to penance; but that if not, she, and others convicted of
witchcraft along with her, were to be hung in Salem market-place on the
next Thursday morning (Thursday being market day). And when they had
thus spoken, they waited silently for her answer. It was a minute or
two before she spoke. She had sat down again upon the bed meanwhile,
for indeed she was very weak. She asked, 'May I have this handkerchief
unbound from my eyes, for indeed, sirs, it hurts me?'
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