nd that she had sworn your destruction, which I did not know
before. And then she told me how she found you living in the wood by
yourself, and how you were enticed to eat a poisoned cake; and she told
me many other things that you wot of, and she told me what perhaps you
don't wot, namely, that finding that you had been removed, she, the
child, had tracked you a long way, and found you at last well and hearty,
and no ways affected by the poison, and heard you, as she stood
concealed, disputing about religion with a Welsh Methody. Well, brother,
she told me all this; and moreover, that when Mrs. Herne heard of it, she
said that a dream of hers had come to pass. I don't know what it was,
but something about herself, a tinker, and a dean; and then she added,
that it was all up with her, and that she must take a long journey.
Well, brother, that same night Leonora, waking from her sleep in the
tent, where Mrs. Herne and she were wont to sleep, missed her bebee, and,
becoming alarmed, went in search of her, and at last found her hanging
from a branch; and when the child had got so far, she took on violently,
and I could not get another word from her; so I left her, and here I am."

"And I am glad to see you, Mr. Petulengro; but this is sad news which you
tell me about Mrs. Herne."

"Somewhat dreary, brother; yet perhaps, after all, it is a good thing
that she is removed; she carried so much Devil's tinder about with her,
as the man said."

"I am sorry for her," said I; "more especially as I am the cause of her
death--though the innocent one."

"She could not bide you, brother, that's certain; but that is no
reason"--said Mr. Petulengro, balancing himself upon the saddle--"that is
no reason why she should prepare drow to take away your essence of life;
and, when disappointed, to hang herself upon a tree: if she was
dissatisfied with you, she might have flown at you, and scratched your
face; or, if she did not judge herself your match, she might have put
down five shillings for a turn-up between you and some one she thought
could beat you--myself, for example, and so the matter might have ended
comfortably; but she was always too fond of covert wars, drows, and
brimstones. This is not the first poisoning affair she has been engaged
in."

"You allude to drabbing bawlor."

"Bah!" said Mr. Petulengro; "there's no harm in that. No, no! she has
cast drows in her time for other guess things than bawlor; both Gorgios
and