Heriot lost his wagers and called her a witch.

She replied, 'You'll find I'm one, young man,' and that was the only true thing she spoke of the days to come.

Owing to the hubbub around the two who were guilty of this unmeasured joke upon consequential ladies, I had to conduct her to the gate.

Instantly, and without a good-bye, she scrambled up her skirts and ran at strides across the road and through the wood, out of sight.

She won her dress and a piece of jewelry.
With Heriot I went on a sad expedition, the same I had set out upon with Temple.