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The old crone tottered alone the passages, and up the stairs, muttering some indistinct answers to the chidings of her companion; being at length compelled to pause for breath, she gave the light into her hand, and remained behind to follow as she might: while the more nimble superior made her way to the room where the sick woman lay.

"Here is our pleasant meeting come to pass," said the aged crone, "according as thou hast desired.

The crone was hobbling along with difficulty, leaning heavily upon a gnarled stick and bearing the spindle on her other arm.

The old crone drew out an evening paper, and pointed at our advertisement.

``May the fiend fly away with me, and leave me in Ifrin with the souls of Odin and of Thor!'' answered Cedric impatiently, and would probably have proceeded in the same tone of total departure from his spiritual character, when the colloquy was interrupted by the harsh voice of Urfried, the old crone of the turret.

The youth, with his manner of doglike obe- dience, got carefully down like a crone stoop- ing.

"Miserable crone," he said to my brother, "get up and come with me," and turned to lead the way to the place of murder.

The old crone "nichered" a laugh under her bonnet and bandage; she then drew out a short black pipe, and lighting it began to smoke.

He turned away, and saw a crone passing, bending beneath a bundle of sticks.

"Peace, old crone," said a tall, grave person, stopping up his nose on the side towards the fishwife; "a mass had to be founded.

It was a melancholy sight to see him seated, his battle-axe and shield by his side, his chin upon his mailed breast, with but one old crone for companion, and notwithstanding his crimes and misdeeds, a pang of compassion shot through me as I looked upon Twala thus "fallen from his high estate." Not a soldier of all his armies, not a courtier out of the hundreds who had cringed round him, not even a solitary wife, remained to share his fate or halve the bitterness of his fall.

Armed men and women flocked out of the Quarter so fast, and drew even these last dregs after them with such a force of suction, that within a quarter of an hour there was not a human creature in Saint Antoine's bosom but a few old crones and the wailing children.