His ain servant is wi' them, for the purpose o' kennin the
scoundrel, an' they're galloping through the country like madmen.
I hope in God they'll get him, an' rack his neck for him!"
I could not say Amen to the weaver's prayer, and therefore tried
to compose myself as well as I could, and made some religious
comment on the causes of the nation's depravity. But suspecting
that my potent friend had betrayed my flight and disguise, to save
his life, I was very uneasy, and gave myself up for lost. I said
prayers in the family, with the tenor of which the wife was
delighted, but the weaver still dissatisfied; and, after a supper of
the most homely fare, he tried to start an argument with me,
proving that everything for which I had interceded in my prayer
was irrelevant to man's present state. But I, being weary and
distressed in mind, shunned the contest, and requested a couch
whereon to repose.
I was conducted into the other end of the house, among looms,
treadles, pirns, and confusion without end; and there, in a sort of
box, was I shut up for my night's repose, for the weaver, as he left
me, cautiously turned the key of my apartment, and left me to
shift for myself among the looms, determined that I should
escape from the house with nothing.
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