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argument that other mothers are made in like mold. Thou art free, good wife- thou and thy child-for I do think thee innocent. Now thou’st naught to fear, being pardoned-pull off thy stockings!- an thou canst make me a storm, thou shalt be rich!’ The redeemed creature was loud in her gratitude, and proceeded to obey, while Tom looked on with eager expectancy, a little marred by apprehension; the courtiers at the same time manifesting decided discomfort and uneasiness. The woman stripped her own feet and her little girl’s also, and plainly did her best to reward the king’s generosity with an earthquake, but it was all a failure and a disappointment. Tom sighed and said: ‘There, good soul, trouble thyself no further, thy power is departed out of thee. Go thy way in peace; and if it return to thee at any time, forget me not, but fetch me a storm.’*(13) |
