No.........not much, though I should like to be spared for a few days longer. Not afraid of death!-- No--not much, I say. And why _should_ I be afraid of death? why should I desire to live?--what is there to attach a thing of my shape to life, a wretched, miserable, weary.... Ah, ha--now we shall have it--she is going to confess now--she is beginning to weep, said a judge. But he was overheard by the woman herself, who turning to the jury with a look that awed them in spite of their prejudice, told them to proceed. They’ll proceed fast enough, by and by, said another judge. What have you done to disturb the faculties of that woman there? What woman? Judith Hubbard. Much. For I know her, and she knows that I know her; and we have both known for a great while that we cannot both live. This world is not large enough. What have I done to disturb her faculties? Much. For that woman hath wronged me; and she cannot forgive me. She hath pursued me and mine to death; all that are very near and dear to me, my poor sister and my--and the beloved friend of my sister--to death; and how would it be possible for Judith Hubbard to forgive us? But your apparition pursues her. If so, I cannot help it. But why is it your apparition? How do I know? He that appeared in the shape of Samuel, why should he not appear in the shape of another? But enough--Rachel Dyer was ordered for execution also. And a part of the charge proved against her was, that she had been spirited away by the powers of the air, who communicated with her and guarded her at the cost of much human life, on the night when she fled into the deep of the wilderness in company with George Burroughs and Mary Elizabeth Dyer; each of whom had a like body-guard of invisible creatures, who shot with arrows of certain death on the night of their escape. And Mary Elizabeth Dyer was now brought up for trial; but being half dead with fear, and very ill, so that she was reported by a jury empannelled for the purpose, to be mute by the visitation of God, they adjourned the court for the morrow, and gave her permission to abide with her sister till the day after the morrow. And so Mary Elizabeth Dyer and Rachel Dyer met again--met in the depth of a dungeon like the grave; and Elizabeth being near the brave Rachel once more, grew ashamed of her past weakness. I pray thee dear sister, said Mary Elizabeth, after they had been together for a long while without speaking a word, Rachel with her arm about Elizabeth’s neck, and Elizabeth leaning her face upon the shoulder of Rachel, I pray thee to forgive me. Forgive thee ... for what pray? Do, _do_ forgive me, Rachel.