He dodged more than hever at the sight, and peeked round a tree.

Just then came along a tall gent in a cloak, like Sir Everard wears, and my lady screeches out at sight of him.

Sir Everard, he spoke in a deep, 'orrid voice, and the words were so hawful, he--Bob Dawson--remembered them from that day to this.
"'I swore by the Lord who made me I would murder you if you ever met that man again.

False wife, accursed traitoress, meet your doom!' "And then my lady screeches out again and says to him--she says: "'Have mercy! I am innocent, Heverard! Oh, for God's sake, do not murder me!' "And Sir Heverard, he says, fierce and 'orrid: "'Wretch, die! You are not fit to pollute the hearth! Go to your grave with my 'ate and my cuss!' "And then," cried Bob Dawson, trembling all over as he told it, "I see him lift that there knife, gentlemen, and stab her with all his might, and she fell back with a sort of groan, and he lifts her up and pitches of her over hinto the sea.

And then he cuts, he does, and I--I was frightened most hawful, and I cut, too." "Why did you not tell this before ?" the judge asked.
"'Cos I was scared--I was," Bob replied, in tears.