ABSTRACT
I felt some anxiety lest Wilton might not have succeeded so well as I had done; but I had provided for his failure, if fortune should not smile on him. I had resolved, be the case as it might, to lead Swale and his assistant to the gipsies’ sand-pit, as the traces of the fire and the straw that lay about would be evidence good enough for them that a breach of the vestry laws had been there made; while at the same time I should regret, with assumed sorrow, the non-discovery of the lost bells, and leave them to lament their disappointment.
