S. It was a common stuff, by what I could see. I have seen many women wearing such a stuff in our parish.
Att. Was it like Ann Clark’s dress?
S. She used to wear just such a dress: but I could not say on my oath it was hers.
Att. Did you observe anything else about it?
S. I did notice that it looked very wet: but it was foul weather outside.
L. C. J. Did you feel of it, mistress?
S. No, my lord, I did not like to touch it.
L. C. J. Not like? Why that? Are you so nice that you scruple to feel of a wet dress?
S. Indeed, my lord, I cannot very well tell why: only it had a nasty ugly look about it.
L. C. J. Well, go on.
S. Then I called again to Thomas Snell, and bid him come to me and catch any one that come out when I should open the cupboard door, “for,” says I, “there is some one hiding within, and I would know what she wants,”
