"Let me go free, this minute--
I'll have the law of you--I had nothing to say to Scarlett's
imprisonment."
"Yes, you had, child; and there's no use in your going for to deny
it. You stole the notes and the gold, and the purty bit of a purse,
and you put the blame on Will, 'cause you wanted to get scot-free
yourself, and you wanted to take his gurl from him. You're a bad boy,
Isaac Dent, and you desarves the least taste in life of the rod. Come
along, neighbors, hould him, and do your dooty."
Dent began to scream abjectly, and at this juncture Hester Wright
stepped to the front.
"Isaac," she said, in her deep, grave voice, "you have got to submit.
We plotted this, I and these good Irish friends of mine. I don't mean
that Will Scarlett shall lie in prison for your good pleasure. I don't
mean that his good lass shall give herself to you. We plotted this,
and we means to see it through. You're a bad man. Isaac, and you
deceived Bet, and pretended to set Will free, when you know that he
lies still in prison.
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