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"

But

with

your

leave

,

friend

,

I

shall

take

a

cut

through

the

woods

until

we

have

left

this

Christian

woman

behind

.

Being

a

stranger

to

you

,

she

might

ask

whom

I

was

consorting

with

and

whither

I

was

going

.

"

"

Be

it

so

,

"

said

his

fellow

-

traveller

.

"

Betake

you

to

the

woods

,

and

let

me

keep

the

path

.

"

Accordingly

the

young

man

turned

aside

,

but

took

care

to

watch

his

companion

,

who

advanced

softly

along

the

road

until

he

had

come

within

a

staff

’

s

length

of

the

old

dame

.

She

,

meanwhile

,

was

making

the

best

of

her

way

,

with

singular

speed

for

so

aged

a

woman

,

and

mumbling

some

indistinct

words

—

a

prayer

,

doubtless

—

as

she

went

.

The

traveller

put

forth

his

staff

and

touched

her

withered

neck

with

what

seemed

the

serpent

’

s

tail

.

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"

The

devil

!

"

screamed

the

pious

old

lady

.

"

Then

Goody

Cloyse

knows

her

old

friend

?

"

observed

the

traveller

,

confronting

her

and

leaning

on

his

writhing

stick

.

"

Ah

,

forsooth

,

and

is

it

your

worship

indeed

?

"

cried

the

good

dame

.

"

Yea

,

truly

is

it

,

and

in

the

very

image

of

my

old

gossip

,

Goodman

Brown

,

the

grandfather

of

the

silly

fellow

that

now

is

.

But

—

would

your

worship

believe

it

?

—

my

broomstick

hath

strangely

disappeared

,

stolen

,

as

I

suspect

,

by

that

unhanged

witch

,

Goody

Cory

,

and

that

,

too

,

when

I

was

all

anointed

with

the

juice

of

smallage

,

and

cinquefoil

,

and

wolf

’

s

bane

.

"

"

Mingled

with

fine

wheat

and

the

fat

of

a

new

-

born

babe

,

"

said

the

shape

of

old

Goodman

Brown

.

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"

Ah

,

your

worship

knows

the

recipe

,

"

cried

the

old

lady

,

cackling

aloud

.

"

So

,

as

I

was

saying

,

being

all

ready

for

the

meeting

,

and

no

horse

to

ride

on

,

I

made

up

my

mind

to

foot

it

;

for

they

tell

me

there

is

a

nice

young

man

to

be

taken

into

communion

to

-

night

.

But

now

your

good

worship

will

lend

me

your

arm

,

and

we

shall

be

there

in

a

twinkling

.

"

"

That

can

hardly

be

,

"

answered

her

friend

.

"

I

may

not

spare

you

my

arm

,

Goody

Cloyse

;

but

here

is

my

staff

,

if

you

will

.

"

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