"
"No, darling," replied her mother, "don't allow that thought to gain
upon you. We'll get a fairy-man or a fairy-woman, because they know the
best remedies against everything of that kind, when a common leech or
chirurgeon can do nothing."
"No," replied her father, "I will allow nothing of the kind under this
roof. It's not a safe thing to have dealings with such people. We know
that the Church forbids it. Perhaps it's a witch we might stumble
on; and would it not be a frightful thing to see one of those who are
leagued with the devil bringing their unconsecrated breaths about us
this week, as it were, and, perhaps, burned the next? No, we will have
a regular physician, who has his own character, as such, to look to and
support by his honesty and skill, but none of those withered classes of
hell that are a curse to the country."
"Very well," replied Mrs. Goodwin, "have your own way in it. I dare say
you are right."
"O, don't bring any fairy-women or fairy-men about me," said Alice. "The
very sight of them would take away the little life I have left."
In the meantime Harry Woodward, who had a variety of plans and projects
to elaborate, found himself, as every villain of his kind generally
does, encompassed by doubt and apprehension of their failure.
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